Blackfoot Forest all gods dispense suffering without reason

rakk.

wintersbane tucks the name away after labeling it wolf-eater. how many other names did this rakk go by? was rakk even his real name? if the beast she calls wolf-eater is wise 'rakk' was not his real name but instead pulled from a list of disposable aliases. at least, that would be the sensible thing to do. it would be what wintersbane would do if he were a demented cannibal expending a lot of energy and resources on a single woman. then again, the tundrian was no stranger to expendable aliases, now was he? roarke. kahlil. drogon.

even wintersbane is the latest in a long line of predecessors.

each name change marked a perspective shift in his life, or it bookmarked an event where it became necessary for the tundrian to shed the alias like a snake sheds it skin.

it's your choice. the dark brother tells her with a shrug of his shoulders. if she'd rather conquer the mountains then he would lead her through them. her eyes, as their gazes meet, tells him that she chooses the tarns and then the meadows. he gives a firm nod of acknowledgement and adjusts his position to whence he came. good, he replies gruffly. you can pass the time by telling me what the hell you did to make this man you call rakk to act like an obsessed and possessive boyfriend. or is this normal behavior for him? and you are just one in a line of unfortunate targets?" the dark brother was a snitch after all and information was what wintersbane dealt in. it would be sloppy to not extract all useful information about this newfound menace as he could.

with his condition set he led her out of the forest the way he'd came, asking her relevant questions as they went, cataloging what she tells him — and what he deduces by what she chooses not to tell him as they go.