Ouroboros Spine 'cause girl, i'm on a mission

Her head shot up.

The doe had been in the middle of adding a thick furred hare to the cache, but it slipped from her teeth as she turned, hitting the ground with a meaty thud. Her cry of joy could be heard resounding through the village as an answer to the call from the border.

Eventually, she would come into sight, bounding much like the deer she so embodied, the red fox pelt slung over her shoulders like it was every morning it grew cold, though she had added an extra layer in a weasel fur curled around her lower throat like a wealthy woman’s stole.

Rhaegal! Would come her bouncy call as she drew closer, before she came to a halt just outside the village borders, breath coming in fitful pants.

You're back! She didnt even notice the antler, too busy taking in the sight of her intended with brand new eyes, it felt. Checking him for wounds, for anything that could have harmed him in her absence.