Ouroboros Spine From your head down to your toes, you’re not much, goodness knows.

Her features faltered when the one she assumed they called ‘moonwoman’ spoke there were no feeding mothers—as she would have feared before Towhee had begun this journey with a pup so small. Still, whatever irritation she held on the matter was softened as her gaze drifted to Towhee, cradling her baby. She knew logic did not fully fuel this entirely—a mother’s heart and stubbornness during such tender times were hard to war with.

A question delivered to her, after the green-eyed woman queried the Esquire. She nodded—feeling acutely useless in this very moment, given her own methods and suggestions had been barely heard and then rejected—“Yes, and a friend,” she offered, in case there was confusion now—Meadow was here in this moment for moral support. “I can help with whatever is needed.”