Honeyed Pasture the pulling of teeth

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Astraios remained ever vigilant in his duty to the siren. He followed her — a soundless shadow for the most part — and only paused when she did, only drank when given the order, and did not eat lest she decide he was worthy. It was the life he had always known and the life he would protect, for himself as well as her.

So when she discovered the carcass, he stepped forwards as if to investigate it. His hunger was boundless but such pains were easily ignored for the dredge; he only wished to make sure Meteora was safe. When she went so far as to call out with her beautiful voice, Astraios stopped. He shivered (in part from the very sound for he had not expected it, and usually Meteora was silent save for when she lashed him with spite, and in part because her voice was the most tender and awe-inspiring thing he had ever been blessed to hear) and stopped in his tracks.

The appearance of not one but two wolves was nerve-wracking.

One spoke hastily, and Astraios' attention shifted awkwardly between his siren and the newcomer until he realized who it was. By virtue of speaking the language of the sea, he knew she could not be an enemy. But the boy adjacent — he was a wiry thing, but of good health, from what Astraios could tell. He was ignorant to much of Meteora's adventures despite his constant vigilance, as she was often desirous of her private space — but the dredge was contented by the idea that there was another man to serve the priestesses.
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