Ouroboros Spine There was a time

Aana spoke wisely of what dreams meant. “Wow!” She replied. There was a pause, a silence as Ahna thought deeply. When she spoke again, her voice was soft, wondering: “Aana, I’ve had dreams.” She began, “And in my dreams, there is a white wolf with bright green eyes. She is kind and wise. And she knows my name. But… I don’t know her name.”

She then gazed expectantly up at her mother. Mothers always had the answers: right?