Ouroboros Spine I am that is

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Kyron could feel his facial muscles tiring at this point. He was not used to forcing himself to smile so often and he was not sure he liked it at all. Some would ask, why bother? This wolf, even though he had just saved his life, was still little more than a stranger to the Persian and putting the effort into appearing encouraging and patience seemed a bit too much. It wasn't like that to Kyron though. He quite liked this goldilocks fellow and wanted to return him to his former glory; if he even had one. He'd seen many fallen warriors and angels in his time and the prince wanted to help this one rise back.

Besides, it might be useful in the end. Goldilocks might not know it yet, but he owed Kyron a life debt. Normally, the Persian didn't really care, but in any case, he would be useful to have by his side.

"Horatio," Kyron rolled the name around his tongue and shrugged. It was outworldly to him, but who was he to judge? To a lot of native wolves here, Kyron's name was about as weird as it gets and truthfully, Horatio was a much 'normal' sounding name in this land compared to his persian one. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, mate." The sand wolf grinned before easing both him and his companion into a standing position. "Okay, c'mon. Lean on me if you can't support yourself yet. We gotta go to the treeline for shelter for tonight, kay?"

And with that, Kyron began slowly trotting, with his newfound companion, towards the trees.