Ouroboros Spine let me guess, someone stole your sweet-roll

it's not weird!!

murgash had not seen a wolf that matched the likes in which damien described, and it showed clearly on his hideous visage in the form of slight disappointment. he was not certain what the missing wolf meant to damien, but somehow, possessed better sense than to ask.

"oi'll keep mine oeyes open, den." he said cheerily, regaining his normal bounce. he assumed it was an escaped captive, or maybe a sex-slave -- he liked that idea.. for a moment, his eyes clouded as he thought of how delightful such a possession sounded..

he snapped back to attention, feeling sad as the wistful thoughts of erotica slipped from his mind like smoke. "offishal bizness," he said quite darkly, canting an eyebrow in damien's direction. "a loight must be snuffed, see." he waved his tail as if gesturing with a hand something along the lines of 'it can't be helped' -- and a thought crossed his mind. "wot's de brutherhood doin' in dis part? oi was not aware oi would be coming to friendlee territ'try."