Ouroboros Spine i don’t want to set the world on fire

for ink <3

the wolves of moonglow had returned to a home defiled by outsiders. troubling to the adults no doubt, but young lómion barely gave it a moment’s thought. he was only thankful to be returning to the familiarity of the spine.
he walked along an ice-covered path towards one of the only caches he’d known of. something clawed at the walls of his stomach, and he hoped to quell the uncomfortable feeling.