Ouroboros Spine There are things in life you learn

To hear his thoughts would have been to hear heinous confessions, not only those of past atrocities but also those of self loathing. It was something Sialuk, a fierce beauty from the north who had fought since birth for her life, could not abide. What weighty words she would have had for him to turn him from his belief that death would come for him because it was deserved, what statements of empowerment. However, no amount of spiritual knowledge or ancestral alignment could grant Sialuk the ability to decipher another's mind. Sitri's secrets were safe.

"Then that is all that matters," she said quietly. If it was in question at any point, the warshaman implied now that she believed conviction could justify anything. Murders of their kind were only natural among rival wolves. Sialuk assumed this wolf was a rival of Sitri's and, if a pack mate, one who had acted in favour of themself rather than the pack. Wolves had an interesting dynamic that way—they could be the closest allies one minute and one wrong look could spark a dominance spat. A wrong move there could result in a death. This was not considered a crime in the north, but rather, the culling of the disloyal.