Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

‘Taruk cast the golden male a rather blank look – had he heard the howl and known what was happening he would not have asked. Little patience was held for reputation, but it would seem the to-be healer eventually did offer the tale, and Ivitaruk gave a quick nod in understanding.

He would certainly be heading to the site of the scuffle, but given the offender was likely long gone now, the fiery male would reassure himself that the black ember had not come to much harm. Loping forward now, his cream and red form a stark contrast to her own swarthy silk, the aspiring warrior gave a rumble of displeasure at seeing her bleed, his brows furrowing.

“Shall I seek her out?” While concern might have flashed through his cinnamon gaze, he did not move forward to soothe her. Tonravik was a hearty beast of war – she would not be coddled for what she considered a few scrapes, of that he held no doubt.