Ouroboros Spine I just can't build on something that begins like this

lómion was near when the call cut through moonglow’s silence. the strain within it is what ultimately drew the boy closer. it sparked intrigue.
his pace slowed to a halt when he laid eyes upon the tattered woman. 
hello. he outstretched his neck to sniff in her direction. then he tilted his head. you’re so dirty. why? the observation sounded just as toneless as his greeting.