Ouroboros Spine how time spins

"Oh, dear," Lótë sighed fretfully, gaze flickering to Keyni as they strolled through the village. What a dreadful thing, to lose both leaders so close together -- and for any relatives to lose two family members. Lótë remained quiet for the most part, not wishing to interrupt the tale, but her heart went out to their allies and to Kukutux too, knowing she must have felt the loss of an old friend. 

"I'm glad things are beginning to pick up for them, in spite of everything that has happened." Another pack might have disbanded, scattering to the wind, but it was a testament of the group's strength that they had managed to relocate and even rebuild in spite of the famine and death plaguing them in the past winter. It was a relief to hear that their allies had found solid footing again. 

Lótë smiled, a bit sheepishly, and bumped against her friend in return. "I suppose I hadn't considered that." Keyni could likely handle herself. But many wolves simply vanished and were never seen again due to various circumstances -- becoming lost, the elements, predators, hostile members of their own kind. "I'm glad to hear it. It feels similar to have you home again -- it feels right to be here with you in this moment." A warm smile was beamed towards the wren.