Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

Now I feel like we need another thread, @Viggo, lmao.

He watched as Ptarmigan retreated to the cover of the forest, not sure of his own feelings regarding her. The bittery taste in his mouth was lessened, but he had his reasons of being leery of her. A small part of him wondered if he needed to be leery of Viggo too, but it was nothing more than a passing thought. They had been raised together, too closely to have that genetic imbalance that he thought would pit them against each other. Just as so, Viggo didn't seem all that interested in the tension between him and Ptarmigan beyond discomfort, and his questions soon detracted Mordecai from his pondering.

Reclining to his haunches, he began to recant the stories from when he had left Sedona. He glossed over some parts, like where he had stayed and what had gone on. Unless of course, they required some explanation. He spoke of how he had met Jinx and ultimately found himself where he was today. And he spoke of Verrine living in the Bay to their north, of how his brother had taken a mate and how their chance meeting came about. When both sides of that their stories had been spoken of, they departed, and Mordecai took the gifted hare with him.