Ouroboros Spine Rivers of Eden

Early morning

The sunlight tiptoed through the frosted lime of grass and loam. It traced delicate circles on fur of deepest red. The gentle wind sliding kindly kisses on an upturned face. Cheeks of Whitest cloud down on gentle face.

A soft hum deep in chest of winter white. As grass green eyes opened and peered out over the lands of moonglow. The hint of pearly fangs as mouth was widened in yawn. And small paws dipped among the frost and claws dug into brown earth as she stretched

Sitting to her haunches. Gentle gaze pressed into the sun, tilting so it lined the contours of her face. Eyes shut against cheeks of rose as she sighed happily. It was a beautiful and glorious day.