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

the merry twinkle in murgash's eyes remained, even as damien closed the gap with a damning snarl. murgash was not intimidated, though if he had an ounce of good sense he would have been -- instead, he lifted his mangy, scabby chin and returned the stare ruefully.

he was sizing damien up, quite visibly -- and the odds were not stacked in good ol' murgash's favor. luckily for him (and unluckily for damien) murgash didn't play fair -- and he was in the process of mentally drafting up some sort of dirty maneuver when the wolf's words gave him pause.

sithis.

murgash's muzzle contorted in a sneer; what did this wolf know of sithis? marigolds and this kendra wolf were immediately forgotten.

he pulled himself to his full height, though his lack of fur certainly made his posture seem less daunting. no other wolf had mentioned sithis -- was this a trap? a trick from the mainland? murgash rallied himself inwardly -- if only he had not been face to face with the stranger, perhaps he would have seen the red hand on damien's shoulder. alas, he did not -- with a quiet yet dangerous tone to his voice the blackrock wolf queried darkly: "wot is loife's greatest illusion?"