The Heartwood I'm gonna run this nothing town

They were most certainly related - and they were a package deal! Unlike Abaddon, who planned to get rid of him as soon as he wasn't entertaining enough anymore - Death, erhh, Almight was ready to stick with his older brother through thicc and thin. He was the last remnant of family he had left, and despite not caring much about, well, anything, he cared about his brother. They were words that remained unspoken, would probably forever stay that way, but it was the truth.

Death sighed an obnoxiously loud sigh, throwing his head back in exaggerated exhaustion. He got up from his safe spot near his brother's hind legs and marched, without fear, towards where the conversation was happening instead of keeping to the back lines. 'No disrespect' his ass. He'd just about heard enough. No thanks, lady. Get your twisted-looking ass out of here and we'll be on our way, 'kay? He didn't care what his brother thought of the woman's proposal, but there was no way in hell he'd return to some violence-worshiping cult-like shit hole of a pack - especially not with that woman!