Ankyra Sound engine of chaos

“did you lose?”

He releases a grumbled breath; the question he had asked himself continuously once, before coming to same conclusion he would retell to her.  “I’m still alive, am I not?” Perhaps they had been driven from their territory, but still they had survived. The fact that they - he - had prevailed was hardly a sign of defeat. No doubt they had faltered, but any loss they suffered had been fleeting and non-consequential. Even his subsequent dethronement had proved beneficial rather than a loss, for truly, the woods had been a burden. His best work had been done without the restraint of Blackfeather tethered to his neck lurching him back every time to take what it needed from him. And so, his identity as an individual belonging to the dark woods was shed, burned away irreparably. He faces her judgement with a ready gaze, wondering if his answer was well enough for her liking.