Ouroboros Spine auma ↝

His trail had led the alpha of the glow true. Not far from where she eased to a sit, Antares had fashioned his own lookout spot when the night was too restless. Sleep had run from him early, and it had urged him off into his own company, away from other fireflies--but seemingly now into Kukutux's as dawn warmed the skies. Likely, it was high time she find him from the shadows of her claim.

It had been sight of her approach that had caught his eye first, of course, though it was the pause that left him to wonder. The jaded Ostrega was slow to move forward on his own volition, but he did on quiet steps to appear in what would be her path. Antares dipped his dark muzzle to greet, his ears angling back, and posture subtly enough deferential.