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Tatsuya awaited for the inquiries to start rolling in. He hiked up a leg to piss on a jutting boulder before moving on, decelerating to contemplate Wicked's input. An entire pack, huh? We were lucky then. Thanks to Tonravik and Iqniq's weather eye, they avoided a hellish sentence. Not all, unhappily, but most. “This pack...were you acquainted with them?” How else could he have received those burns? Surely not for heroics. Seeming the bad ass did have appeal, but fire shut any kind of savior complex down.
INDENT“As for survivors, it is a grim yet probable likelihood.” Tonravik was adamant about searching for remains or signs that they yet lived before moving on. They found no corpses but copious amounts of ash. Who's to say the flames did not burn the remaining few in to a crisp. If someone did perish in the flames, they left no trace of their existence save for memory.
INDENT“The pups were not yet born.” The stress of being ousted from Ouroboros Spine and the long trek to Sawtooth Spire was enough to send any weaker female into labor. As always, the she-bear continued to impress. “I do not know if the trek here – along with our resettlement – has affected her and Iqniq's brood.” Worry seeped into his words unbidden. Knowing next to nothing of the pups condition kept him up at night. Settling in to Sawtooth Spire has not been easy. Not by a long shot.