Bonesplinter Ravine [M] Viva La Vida

He had expected his heart to race, his paws to tremble as he clinked the cups together. The liquid within sloshed, a dark stain spilling over the rim, splattering onto the ground in droplets that gleamed like scattered rubies under the dim torchlight. He raised the bowl high, its weight pressing into his palms, and his voice, though low, cut through the silence:

To Godsmouth.

With a final, steady breath, he lowered it to his lips.