Tuktu Weir and these three men made a solemn vow

he raised a brow at this rather macabre description, but alas, some packs liked to show their strength like that. vein didn't give him much, but at least he wasn't stand-offish about it. aditya figured that the skulls and bones along the border would be enough to identify them in case he and brook stumbled across those borders.

a healer, adi repeated, chewing slowly, thoughtfully. i knew a great healer once—pema. one of my greatest friends. he hoped that the woman was okay, wherever she was. or. . .god, she might be dead by now. she wasn't much younger than he had been, right? and many others had perished along the way—

he nodded, swallowing. there's not much to know, he joked, grinning. i'm a wanderer, traveling with my daughter. we're on our way to the coast to hopefully make a home there. that's. . .that's it, really.

once upon a time, he had a more compelling story. but those were more turbulent times; just because every moment was suffused with drama didn't mean he liked it. looking back, aditya preferred this more peaceful existence of vagrancy. it was simpler this way. better.