Ouroboros Spine the limbed and headed machine of pain

His body had not yet filled out despite his whole moon within Moonglow.

But his health had balanced some, ribs no longer as sharply protruding as they once had. No longer bones, just a willow tree.

With it came a branding of confidence.

He slipped out earlier than nightfall. Only because the skies had darkened early with rain clouds. The trickling of light rain sang out through the spine.

He climbed the higher reaches away from the ulaq, keen to see more of the land than he had so far.