Ouroboros Spine Refund

As soon as Skeetch caught sight of the wolf who came to greet her, she straightened, posture showing her eagerness and interest, and her tail waved in circles behind her. The guardian was tough, with toned muscles and scars rippling the flesh of her face. Skeetch was fascinated, and her appraisal showed in her gleaming, mismatched eyes. 

As the woman neared, Skeetch lowered her posture into a crouch, her tail wriggling eagerly behind her, sweeping the grass from side to side. She barely let her greeter finish speaking before she answered, bobbing her head eagerly. 

”I’m Skeetch!” She squeaked. ”Mosquito’s the name but I just go by ‘Skeetch’ ‘cause it sounds less like bein’ called a bug. I just found your borders here. Moonglow, huh? That’s a cool name. Y’all lookin’ fer any new packmates? ‘Cause I don’t belong anywhere yet,” The yearling rambled.