Ouroboros Spine vii. for each others' warmth

"Of course," Lótë murmured shyly, dipping her fallowskin diadem in a bashful measure to subconsciously cloak her features with some hint of the still composure she typically attained. Her tail gave a few slow wags. "I think of you as a friend, Adrastus. I would not feel right if I knew he had it out for you and I said nothing," the birdcaller explained. She hated feeling torn, like she had to choose sides between the two hunters but she could not deny that Raimo made her spine prickle with unease and her hackles lift. Adrastus, she felt she could trust. He had never acted aggressively towards her nor power-hungry. She could only hope that nothing too serious would come about as a result of the two males competition for the role of lead-huntsman.