Ouroboros Spine [m] ⊡ ukaksitaak ⊡

Exiled or castrated. Blood for blood. Exile it would be. Aiolos almost felt displeased. He did not want to know of him taking more wives, having more children that may one day grow with his same sour blood. Aiolos felt castration might drop the man's arrogance down a knotch. Or two. Or three. 

Blood would be spjlt yet still, however. Cen would not go unmarred. Kukutux pledged that they should take an eye, so now he may only have one to focus his hunts on the caribou. So that he would only have one to focus his attack on his mate, should he try to come back or should he take another.  

Yet alas, Kukutux's true want for death did not go unnoticed. Valiant agreed. Buy no- Vaire would, a woman should. It was once a thought Aiolos had time and time again, when they were faced with a hard choice such as this. Aiolos worried to keep them alive, meant an enemy freed. Aiolos spoke of exile, of ripping off bits, because he knew sentencing a man to death was unlikely so. Yet this day and with time and pain aging them, there was nothing left for forgiveness. Nothing left for mercy. 

Death, Death, DEATH! 

Cen Lanzadoii of the caribou hunters, you have now been judged and you are hereby sentenced -

His amber eyes turned sharp, held there on the dark woman who came before them. Aiolos did not know her. He only looks, his ginger ears turning back for the voices of his wife and daughter.