Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

A nod. Death it was. The warning had already been sung. The decision was final. Politics. He hated them, and yet they were a crucial part to this life. He pressed his eyes closed and let the verdict settle. He'd used his fangs here more in just a handful of days than he had in all his time in the wilds. Felt that way, at least. Felt... He snorted, pressing the air forcefully through his nose as he cleared his mind of thought. This was the way of things. This is how it would be.

She grumbled. He turned his mind back to the present as he watched the blood roll down the edge of her ear and across her face. She complained. "You made it so," he informed her. She'd worsened it by rubbing that dirt into the wound and aggravating the area more.

He tipped his head towards the inner territories, suggesting they leave this place and travel somewhere more useful. The lake was on his mind. He was partial to it, but she knew the area better than he and Kero was open to suggestions. "It needs to be cleaned."