Ouroboros Spine evening star

of course. of course he would come here, take what was offered. Avicus can't blame him. perhaps she would have snagged the meat—although she thinks she would not have stayed. this is not their home, not their wolves. but then, where was?

before she can respond to the woman's explanation, Karst brings something to her, speaking fervently about things she cares not about. she gives the object a disdainful glance before returning her gaze to the boy, then back to the stranger; indigo shifting between the two with utter scorn.

it is a bone, Avicus says flatly. she is not impressed with gods or magic; power comes from the living flesh, from actions and deeds. bones mean nothing to her. they are dead, no better than trinkets. it seems as if this woman is of the same ilk as her father—fervent fanatics, obsessed with worlds beyond the one beneath their paws.

and now, it appears Karst has caught on to this silly notion.

no, she continues, and tightens her jaw. then to her erstwhile packmate, she asks, you stay here?