Ouroboros Spine out of the night that covers me

At some point, when Tonravik had deemed it a far enough distance, they turned back to return to their home, the ridge of mountains rising in the distance. Their shoulders connected briefly and Kroc was grateful for it. The female did not believe in fate or anything but she was glad to have found the dark female. Her self-appointed mission to find her brother was no longer a valid thing; in her mind, she laid him to rest. Should he actually turn up one day, she would no longer acknowledge him as blood.

They reached the borders and silently, the would-be Warden broke from the other's side to continue her patrols. She was Tartok and this was her family now. They would be strong, together.

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