Ouroboros Spine off with your head

Like polar opposites, he saw their demeanors morph. The female seemingly shrank in his presence, while the male gave a more modest, reserved sort of deference. They too were looking for a home, which meant that they were looking for more than just somewhere to be sheltered from the elements. While he had a firm idea of what their caches looked like, Mordecai surprised himself by having reluctance momentarily. To take in more able bodies meant that they had to also provide for them. He had no real way of gauging the oncoming winter, could not have estimated what their odds at catching prey would have been like.

Yet it was the shriveling female's words that triggered the most interesting note. Poisons and remedies, there had been more than just one other in the Spine's short history who had been capable of such things. They lacked a healer and in all honesty, had sporadic success with those who could mend wounds on the fly. Poisons were but a box belonging Pandora that he did not dare open. But he feigned interest in this for a moment, instead letting his eyes settle on the bloodied male. “What can you do for the Spine?” His words, though firm, carried a light tone with them. “Are you a hunter?” The bloodstains of his muzzle held his attention most of all.