Ouroboros Spine eclipticalis

Her eyebrow lifted when Cedar referenced the fiery star rising above the horizon as a she. It made her grin with a tinge of excitement. Finally, someone who had some legends to tell as she did.

Yes, her rays are being tracked until they reach a certain point- the solstice, Ivev replied with an emphasis on the feminine personal pronoun Cedar used. Why do you say she? In my homeland, he is known as Father Sun. She hoped he didn't mind her pressing for more information, but it intrigued her a great deal and she always wanted to know more.

Ivev glanced down suddenly. The sun had finally risen of the zenith of the mountains and was bearing, in full glint, a sliver of yellow across the mouth of the cave. The white wolf rose to her paws and scooped up a particularly ragged stone. Scooting it over until it sat in the single ray of sunlight, Ivev pressed and dragged down until the rock left an etch in the pliable limestone in front of the cave. It wasn't noticeable until now that there were similar etchings lining up to the left of the mark she had just made. They were spanned in a half-circle, stretching away from the newest impression, with every third line being slightly longer than its neighbors. Ivev had been marking the sun's position ever since she had found the cave a week or so before.