Ouroboros Spine My night with the prostitute from Marseille.

Luhtar’s ears flicked back momentarily, catching himself at the mistake. He straightened slightly, though his posture remained neutral, his tail swaying once in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Not Moonglow,” he corrected, though not harshly, warmly. “Forneskja. We share border. Our Hárkonungr soon wed Moonwoman daughter.” His yellow eyes drifted to the pup sprawled near the mother’s legs, then back to her sharp orange gaze.

“You here visit?” he asked, his head tilting slightly. “Can guide further to Moonglow. Or Forneskja close, can rest with us. Hárkonungr welcome mother of pup if behave.” A soft tease upon his well-meaning speech.

Luhtar paused, his rough voice softening as he added, “Kid look tired. You too."