Ouroboros Spine thorns

He wondered after her own scars; had they been from hunts, or fights? Had the Sunman once been like Cen? That was a darker concept that Raiyuk couldn't hold for long within his mind.

It was not like other hunts, he went on to say, but could not finish the thought. To put it in to words would manifest it in the world in a way he did not want. As if speaking of his failure gave it life and body.

The woman, Red Leaf, and the boy will be safe now. And still, if given the opportunity to protect another in that way, Raiyuk did not think he would involve himself.

The stinging wound, the smell of willow bark and blood, cemented this cowardice inside of his mind.