Ouroboros Spine mundr

feel free to skip luhtar <3 dont wanna hold anything up

He stifles a quiet hiss as the white woman presses closer to him, beginning to tend to the fresh wounds of his side. Despite the throbbing pain at the base of each gash, he looks to the woman of pale coat, offering her a small incline of his broad snout.

"'Dank you, Moonwoman." His voice is grizzled as he speaks, layered with both gratitude and notable pain. The wound festers.

He knows it will be several weeks before he fully recovers. He only hopes it is a smooth, quick process. Luhtar, despite an affinity towards naps, is not an idle man.

Yellow eyes, dull, swipe across the surroundings they find themselves within. He is proud of Sólhárr, not just as his dregnr but as his brother. This is visible in the way his eyes linger on the fire man. A brief smile coming to his wide snout, twitching his lips—before once more they settle into a pained grimace.

"Burn." He says to Kukutux, though his voice is full of soft humility and he exhales a warm, breathy laugh.