Ouroboros Spine ommatik ∻

The mouse's fallow ears swiveled towards the pallid Moon slowly in gentle curiosity, wondering after the meaning of the word which seemed to be a reassurance of sorts in the northron's mother tongue.  Lótë smiled faintly, dipping her crown in a small gesture of submission, of companionship. "I'd love to," she agreed honestly as she rose to her dyed paws, caramel plume swishing lightly at her hocks as she padded alongside the Alpha. 

sorry for the wait on their threads! (covids really knocked me on my ass these past two weeks) we could wrap up here if you like though?