Ouroboros Spine Three demon seeds

Ptarmigan was not giving a first good impression. Her words were condescending and cruel. She favored her loyal bastard (where the hell was the other one?) and downgraded the others. They had been trying their best damnit. Ptarmigan had done nothing so far. She did not lead hunts, issue patrols, anything. It was pathetic. She had better change her attitude before winter. "You have not seen our initiative because you have been resting from your injuries until now. You have not met anyone because you have not sought us out." he hissed coldly. "If you do not think we are fairing well then work with us to make us better."

Nevermind those that left, there was no use in focusing on the past. They needed to move forward. Winter was coming. They needed to hunt frequently, locate food sources. Now that Cara was better he could arrange more hunting trips with her, focus his attention on helping the others. But Ptarmigan had the chance to do the same.