Ouroboros Spine I am that is

Blimey, Kyron really was starting to err on the delightful side of things. Perhaps he was a lot more charming than he'd seemed previously — perhaps all that "fool" stuff really had just been tough love. Of course, Goldhawk could consider that this was the act, but he wasn't a sceptical sort by nature, and so (in among the continued haze brought about by near-death) he accepted Kyron at face-value.

It was, finally, a small comfort.

So it seemed like he really was going to try out for a pack tomorrow. It was, sadly, not a very nice thought at the moment. He'd made a stellar impression on Dante when trying out for Donnelaith — but he'd already made his first impression on the first wolf of this new pack, and it was not a good impression. But, in a nutshell, he needed to survive. He had no choice.

Unable to articulate his gratitude at this point, Goldhawk blinked at the fellow. The name's Horatio. Well, it was true. That was his name. But it wasn't the proud nickname he'd earned at his apex. He needed to earn that back.