Gyrfalcon's Keep break you down and swallow you up

I apologize for the wait and sad quality. ♥ Fade and archive with your next post, maybe?

While Charon fed upon the mountain goat’s body, Szymon carefully began to decapitate the corpse — his fangs gnawed through muscle, fur, and sinew, sawing on bone until it was freed. Time, he knew, would bleach the skull white, leaving the horns as stygian as Skellige himself. The Leviathan was rarely happy but such a kill would undoubtedly please him, if only because it represented his weakling brother growing a formidable backbone and conquering his surroundings despite their newness. He rumbled understanding at Charon’s taciturn responses to his questions — these were mountain dwelling creatures, then, and thus the charcoal-peppered wolf was familiar with them. Though unlikely to find their way into the bay, caution would need to be exercised to avoid the sharp horns. Szymon had learned and gleaned all he could from the situation, and he still wanted to get the eggs for Doe — and so, a little awkwardly, “Th-Th-Thank you f-for the h-h-hunt,” he intoned. “I m-m-must head b-b-back. If I see L-L-Lazarus I’ll d-detain h-him until you c-c-c-can be r-r-reached.”