Ouroboros Spine evening star

Avicus looked angry. Even when she wasn't enflamed by any reasonable feeling Nuak saw rage in her, waiting, embers gathered in the coil of her body. This time was more obvious from the tone of her voice; the white woman answered calmly, carefully, perhaps in seeing the malignance herself.

Nuak quickly gathered the chunk of tusk and hurried close to Avicus, tail curling tightly to his belly as he snaked beneath her, sniffling noisily at her cheek and chin, before depositing the object at her toes.

She is a witch, speaker with boars. Like Merrick, like his bears. He raced to say, eager to placate, and the more he tried the easier the words came. I stole this from her altar. Her power is here, I bring it for you.

A small whine came then. He peeled back and down, against the dirt, his bulky gray body imposing despite its placement between the red girl and the woman.