Moonspear when was the last time one of these dicks killed a motherfucking mythical beast

Mostly just exposition while I try to explain my OOC slowness in IC terms. Would love @Njord or @Chakliux, but someone Ray has never threaded with would be cool too! Just one other, please.

Stingray was a nobody.

The thought came to him gradually over the weeks between fleeing Sapphique and now. There was no thunderclap revelation, only the creeping sensation that he had no purpose in his life. His parents were integrated and his little sisters were beloved by the members of the pack, including him, and sure, he could always hang out with them, but he was starting to feel pretty pathetic always hanging out with his mom and dad.

He had no friends. There was no one his own age in Moonspear with whom he felt he could bond. The closest was some newly arrived relative of his, and even he was an entire year older than Stingray. He had thought leaving Sapphique would be a new start for him. He had thought being a founding member of the pack would mean something important and spur him to greater heights. Instead, Ray slipped into obscurity.

He had been a nobody in his birthplace and he had come to realize he was still a nobody here, too. Maybe he would always be a nobody. Maybe that was all he was destined for. Without knowing the word for it, Stingray slipped deep into a quiet depression that had begun with Swordfish's disappearance. He was not marked by evident sadness. He could still muster a smile and be silly for his sisters and parents. He could still be boisterous and energetic when he needed to be. Only his parents might recognize the listlessness in his eyes, the lack of direction and ambition that drew him further and further into irrelevance. Into a cycle that reinforced his feelings and made him powerless to change anything by himself, and thus did he become a fringe member of the pack at the bottom of the ranks with the newcomers.

Today, he did as he always had done: he hunted for his mother in the morning, spent a little time reinforcing the borders near where his parents and sisters slept, and by the time afternoon came, he was wandering the mountainside with the flat, lifeless expression and lack of enthusiasm that had become customary whenever he was alone.