Ouroboros Spine [m] ⊡ ukaksitaak ⊡

Little cameo, Kyrell can be skipped

Kyrell sat within the crowd. Emerald eyes cold upon the foreign man. Gifted from Moontide to be judged, punished, and—potentially—executed.

The woodsman quietly pondered why Cen was here, facing righteousness by those unknown to him. Were Rodyn and Heph of Moontide unfit to enact punishment themselves? Did they think the ordeal unpleasant to handle themselves? It was a wretched thought to attribute their characters, but it buzzed softly in the back of his mind. He pushed it aside, instead turning his head towards the other faces of the audience. Was the wife here? She would be the most important witness to this trial. He had difficulty making out scents unknown to him, so his eyes scanned for any face he hadn't glimpsed in passing before. Yet one did not stand out to him. He hoped she truly was safe, wherever she was.

Kyrell looked back to the beast that lay pinned beneath the first hunter, head upon the block for Väire, who stood as proposed executioner. That was what Cen was after all, a beast. He did not deserve to be named a man, the same as the grey beast that trespassed upon Hearthwood way back. What was a father and husband to be but a protector of his own? Cen failed in thinking that the threats came from his own home.

Kyrell felt alligned with the Sunman, Aiolos, in punishment. Split the beast's tongue, remove his manhood. Let him wander, unable to claim himself a man ever again. Still the little voice that droned in his thoughts whispered that someone relevant to this sorry tale was absent. Eyes hardened upon Cen, Kyrell did not raise his voice into the proceedings, allowing the moon wolves to determine the beast's atonement. If it was determined that he be slain, so be it.