Fishblight Mire sweet, mourning lamb

"stay here. i will feed you." and just as he did when they first met, arkane disappears into the dark, in search of something to sate them both. ikaros is many things- violent, strong-willed, insatiable. but he is not a fool. he will wait where he is told, because running will only prolong a worse fate.

the former alay-basi returns some time later, the lost child of forlorn wāpiti clasped in his bloody jaws. his charge will eat well tonight, if only because feeding him scraps will not prove useful long-term.

arkane drops the felled creature at ikaros' feet, shoves it bluntly toward him with a great paw.

"eat." he commands, without a trace of amusement. they are tired, the both of them. the larger man has eaten little since abandoning vahanet, has given over his catches all to the ungrateful brat who rests at his feet.