Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

Fine by me!

Viggo squinted at Mordecai, trying to recall this information for himself. It would explain why he had felt the Endore name was familiar. Somewhere, far back in his family's history... they were related. He could only hope that the relation was distant enough that his casual flirting with the Endore wouldn't someday result in children with deformed bodies and stunted minds. Granted, nothing had really happened between the two of them, but Viggo would be a liar if he said he hadn't thought about it.

“Quite the reunion,” Viggo murmured, looking rather dazed as he did so. He wondered if he was in some sort of weird dream. If that was the case, he wondered when he would snap out of it. Just to be sure, Viggo blinked repeatedly, but the two wolves in front of him did not vanish.