Ouroboros Spine I know you do your wash on Sundays and you separate your whites

After reciting her haiku to Haku, Treepie found herself speaking in them again for the first time in many moons. When she wasn’t talking to anyone—such as now, while she wrapped up a patrol—she forced her thoughts into the 5-7-5 pattern. It was delightfully challenging.

With her duty done, she embarked on an impromptu visit to her grandmother’s house. The lithe young she-wolf approached the other Moon village at a rapid clip, eager to catch up with Kukutux and perhaps learn more about the upcoming wedding plans.

Her yellow eyes caught on a figure near the border of the spine. Pie’s head canted curiously as she slowed her gait. She issued a single bark to announce her presence to the stranger as she approached from behind, then spoke in a slightly breathless cadence.

Hello there, new friend!
What brings you here to Moonglow?
My name is Treepie.