Blacktail Deer Plateau We all sell our souls sooner or later.

Bits of bark had peeled from the branch as he'd worked on it, some which caught between his teeth, so as he discarded the limb in to the foliage by dropping it carelessly off the ledge, he began to work his tongue over his teeth and remove the fragments.

Reyes was focused on this new task (small as it was) when the pale bear of a man drew up close to him; he hadn't heard him coming, being too busy fuming and getting worked up over the whippy tree branch, but when Reyes heard his voice he half-spooked, turning at the exact same time he was preparing to spit a wad of would-be splinters from his tongue. The glob curved with the wind and splattered on the plateau a few inches away from where Aningan was standing, much to Reyes' mortification.

He tried to brush it off as nothing; licking his lips, fluffing up his jagged scruff which had just started to grow in properly, casting a baleful look over the surroundings until he came to where the branch lay discarded. It was long enough to still poke out of the greenery but the end looked well worn, as the wippy tip had been his plaything. Trees, and more trees, and no food, and no ocean. He reported dully as he sat down, utterly unimpressed by this place they had moved to.