Honeyed Pasture we were like gods at the dawning of the world

They both ate until they were satisfied and though it seems a bit of a waste to simply let the corpse there Axolotl knows that once the part from it the corpse will attract other predators to it. Currently, their presence acts a deterrent for scavengers. The leviathan revels in her company while she is gracious enough to continue gracing him with it and knows that their parting in inevitable. For once, he is saddened by the knowledge that their paths would diverge despite that he knows it is the nature of things. He can only hope that good fortune sees that their paths cross again in the future but he knows that such things are uncertain. There is little guaranteed in this life other than death: a truth that all Atlanians (most of which meet death earlier than the average wolf) have come to accept. “Goodbye Maera.” The leviathan murmurs to her back as he watches her go a separate way. When she has vanished from sight he turns and heads opposite called back to the shore where Atlan awaits him.