Ouroboros Spine hard time forgetting, even harder forgiving

Sinaaq spent a moment considering her question, face thoughtful as he absently, though purposefully continued on aiding her in marking of the borders, the scent of dirt and urination strong upon the air as they worked to cleanse the land of all that remained of Cara's scent, though it was admittedly not much. Faded. Weak. “Once upon a time I called myself an Scout, Guardian and, as humorous as it is to me now, puppysitter.” Yes, he had once held the title of being in charge of taking care of and entertaining whatever pack he joined's children. It was a useless skill, he could not help but think with a soft scowl twisting his lips. There were no children within the Spine now which mooted his particular talent for taking care of those who needlessly relied on him, and the thought of picking it back up brought with it bitter and angry thoughts of Adlartok, who he wished he could have let go without tearing out a massive portion of his mangled heart with him. “The first two I will pursuit, and the third I will replace with something more practical, if it pleases you.” Cynically, the darkling cast his golden gaze to her, searching her face for any sign of reactions, or approval. Either way, he would do as she asked because he felt she was worthy of such a thing. Sinaaq did not care to appease other's, mostly out for his own self gain, but she had earned enough of his respect and intrigue for him to be willing to put forth the effort.