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

They followed the woman whose green eyes rivaled fresh spring. There, Meadow watches with quiet interest as she places the makings of soft nest materials among a shelter, noting many here would be able to help—

—so it had been a wise choice, had it not, to seek the help of this moonwoman and hers?

A touch  given to Towhee’s flank—meant as reassurance—and then the Alpha is questioning her, and she finds her mouth drying—surprise at being questioned and then directed.

Her eyes followed the trail indicated—but as @Rodyn made to leave on suggestion of Kukutux, Meadow finds herself nearing him before he veers off path, eyes cast to him, a frown knitting her features as the white she-wolf is once more tending to Towhee. “Rodyn… What’s an... what's an ulaq?” She tests the word on her tongue, trying to keep the panic from her voice—already feeling she was more of a hindrance than a help.