Ouroboros Spine trouble come knockin'

liar.

there are war drums in masa's head. each beat louder than the last. playing to the tune of the heart beating rapidly in his chest.

looking at the scrawny, miserable, bleeding wolf in front of him. he snarls, and twitches, like he might seek to barrel him over again, but he doesn't. he closes his eyes, frantically trying to calm his breathing.

you're the liar.

a voice in his head that makes masa's eyes pop open, flanks heaving with exasperation. realization dawns and he stumbles backwards again, clumsy enough that he crashes to the ground. growling and snapping teeth defensively as he fights back to his paws.

embarrassment burning his face.