Ouroboros Spine Little gentle hearts

A cursory sniff, a small little cuddle one for each girl. Then she bent to the task of slowly herding them outside for some sun. It was always good for them to have sun. She peered outward, eyes glancing upwards for any prey of the sky, then the land. Then she slowly moved to allow the girls to tumble into the sun and the grass. Smell the air. Feel their very existence in the village. Even if it were small now. Perhaps too small.