Ouroboros Spine chugutul ⦕

Lótë smiled, enraptured, feeling she could almost picture them — that she loved the future nephews and nieces of her heart already. Despite how tired and sick she felt most of the time, like the very life was being sucked out of her to nourish her unborn cubs, part of her was unbearably ready to meet her children — Kukutux’s too. 

Her evergreen gaze dipped back to the slight swell of her stomach, wondering — trying to turn her thoughts inward, as if she would be able to tell by intuition alone. “I picture them all as pale, like their father…or maybe like the color of my mother. She was softer in hue than a newborn fawn.”

”I think I might hope for one to look like me,” she murmured, feeling her very world shift at the thought alone of looking into down into a pair of eyes so like her own, or even her husband’s.