Ouroboros Spine x-ing a paragrab

got all postpartum-y and completely forgot about this! Sorry for the wait and feel free to skip Lótë in the coming rounds.

The cloudberry villager was far from the commotion when it sprang up, but not so far that the cries of Kukutux did not strike her heart with leaden dread or set her scrambling to answer. Frantically, Lótë raced to the summons — evergreen orbs widening in dismay as she flew through the ulax and discovered the ruin left in Nuak’s wake. 

When she came on the scene, the greenpaw found her clan mates bloodied but mostly unharmed save for the harsh streaks of crimson across their wisewoman’s maw. The morning dove grimaced at the sight, wanting to go to the Alpha and help but sensing the tension in the air, she refrained. 

The herd-stalker instead edged her way to her intended’s side discreetly, glancing over him for any sign that he was hurt. But just as she had longed to tend to Kukutux, the girl restrained the urge to touch him or see to his small wounds as she settled quietly beside him. Adrastus was sivullik. The Moon and Star would need his presence as reinforcement for whatever came next and the mouse would only embarrass him if she fretted like a mother hen fluttering about her chicks.