Ouroboros Spine an echo of an echo

The woman was pretty. Molted in black and silver color. Her eyes deep of orange. She smelt like fresh rainfall. As she waved her tail and lowered herself into a lay in the dying lavender blades, it encouraged Chinook to move in closer. 

I'm Chinook Nuiruk. She introduced properly with low voice as she eased herself into a sit in front of the older woman. 

You smell like Valiant. Her nose twitched. Friend?