Ouroboros Spine Beyond this place of wrath and tears

The song sang. He lingered awaiting the final note's death upon the air. Their victory was sung. Announced. Proclaimed. Their voices would drift upon the wind and spread across the valley. But voices were short lived. Breath was limited. Lungs met their capacity. The chorus died and with it, their message.

It seemed as though the threat was culled. Kero glanced around the small gathering and turned, leaving the scene with the coyote thrown across his back. Bones were far less fleeting than the boast of their victory over lesser beasts. He'd devour this one and distribute its remains.

-Kero exits-