Cerulean Cape dig a hole and bury all the memories we've made

staying vagueish re: this thread :p

 though their numbers are slight, they've managed to stake their claim in the forest. samothes feels oddly proud of the little group and the role he played in their formation. even if he is not as close to constantine as he'd planned -- yet -- it is a solid step in the right direction. and hey, he got some, possibly at his sister's expense. nice.

 speaking of said sister, samothes has done his best to put her out of his thoughts. he is certainly not low-key looking for a trance of her as he steps out toward the coast. he is definitely not hyper-aware of her scent, after catching it on engel's fur. not even a bit, and yet when he catches her scent trail nearby he cannot help but pursue it. 

 the mangled body, dipped in tide, is not what he expects to find. alarm flares through him -- had there been a time when they'd been close enough that the site of her injured would inspire fear or concern? now, in the present moment, his momentary alarm fades into something colder. still, she is his flesh and blood and it would not do to let her die with so little dignity.

"samaantine," he barks, a slight smirk curving his mouth. "so, how does this suit your purpose, dear sister?"