Ouroboros Spine the limbed and headed machine of pain

Makan had grown...vaguely familiar with more words.

Still he struggles, though. Still he finds discomfort in others speaking instead of acting — and this holds true as the boy stares him down. Unblinking. Focused.

He lowly whined, dull blue gaze looked anywhere that wasn't the boy. Snapping to a damp branch not too far away, then fluttering to rain-shining stones.