Kintla Flatlands pactum

how easily worripa bristles in the shadow's defense; the urge to jump to it triggering the instinct to speak without thinking. what use are names? the haughty, cruel youth inquires tauntingly. he had several now. worripa. fragheda. each more damning than the last. we are content to be companions without them.

a name comes, though worripa hadn't asked for it; and the implication that he is near ...what the war reaper assumes is a pack name. the hellhound takes the words as a threat and the recklessness that grips him in particular almost brings to his lips a chuckle. he holds it captive in his throat; saved by self perseverance... or what is left of it.

tattered though it was, he does not entirely like being asked to re-route himself just because he's close a claim. you lead this ...akashingo? the word feels heavy on his tongue; unfamiliar.