Ouroboros Spine My atonement lasts the best part of eternity.

The rabbit tumbled. He glared at it, then beyond it, to the woman, and back. A part of him wanted to take that and devour it; he could be obstinate in this place, though. Nobody would force him to eat. Nobody would take bites out of him or make him do anything. His petulance was newfound and intoxicating.

What name did your father give you? The witch went on to ask; Nuak's attention flickered, almost a flinch.

He flashed his teeth.

He left me before that. Tension wrought through his thick body at the thought of his father; he did not loathe the man, whoever he was. He did not care for the thought of him either.

Merrick's voice came to him next, a memory resurfacing. A name granted — Tuur. But he knew better than to share such a private thing with a witch.