Herbalists' Cache been training vipers to come for you

Confirmation, is how he could answer. In his delirious state, he needed to know—know that this is not who he thinks it is, and until he does, it will itch at the back of his mind. Stomach would turn with curiosity.

A shoulder shrugs—the motion stinging the injuries scattered across the yearling. His emotions concealed underneath a face of interest. Rightfully so, he wears one that majority would read wrong; a hungered dog starved to sink his teeth in.

Why what?