Ouroboros Spine I am that is

Had this been any other situation, Goldhawk likely would have thought Kyron a perfectly acceptable fellow — a little harsh in his emotional dealings maybe, but good-hearted nonetheless, and certainly quite the amusing ruffian. But so far he hadn't really formed much opinion of the chap at all, simply because he was selfishly too wrapped up in his own life and death at the moment. It was all quite miserable.

"You got anywhere else to go, Goldilocks?" He almost wanted to reply that he wished he did. He also wanted to add that he was embarrassed by all of this and didn't feel like his usual proud self at all. He wanted to undo this whole encounter — he also wanted to undo having ever heard of Donnelaith to begin with. But the idea of finding another place to stay... what if Kyron spread his humiliation among his new packmates? What if he'd never get back to being good old Sergeant Goldhawk as he was meant to be...?

But he had no choice. He wouldn't survive the night on his own. That's... awfully good of you, old chap... he admitted in a low, hesitant voice.