Ouroboros Spine shadows on the snow

didn't know if i was expected to go again <3

for a moment, masa didn’t move, the offer lingering as if caught in the swirling gusts.

finally, he shifted, his head inclining slightly, though his expression remained unreadable. he didn’t speak, but his steps fell into place behind her, a quiet acceptance of the invitation—or perhaps a temporary truce with the elements.

his eyes flicked to the younger wolf briefly, then back to the path ahead.

his voice is quiet. almost solemn. thank you.