Ouroboros Spine gently nudging your soul

The runt’s pale features lifted with her joyful grin, eyes crinkling as her lips parted in delight — though it was silent as  every other expression and interaction, no laughter escaping. She booped her own nose against Shikoba’s chin in response, rearing back on her hind legs not unlike a gopher in order to do so. She tumbled to the side immediately after, still chuckling  mutely as she rolled onto her tiny paws.  As the adults descended into boring talk  — at least to a child her age — of herds and hunting, she found herself wandering closer to the thing that her mother’s friend had brought.

Wilwarin circled it, sniffed it thoroughly, batted at its feathers the way a cat might a toy, pounced on it, bit it. Still, she didn’t know much more than that it was a bird.

When there was a lull in the bubbling stream of the women’s chatter, the nestling glanced up and lightly smacked her paw against the ground twice — as she often did when she wanted to catch someone’s attention. 

Once she’d locked eyes with one of the she-wolves, she glanced down pointedly, expression openly curious. ‘What this?’ she mouthed in question, looking back up for answers.