Ouroboros Spine off with your head

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buffalo's lips tightened at his sister's outburst; his smile faltered for a moment. stupid! he wanted to shout at her, for surely now their chances of entry into this Spine had been dashed by her mad witchy cackle!

but it was not so. the man before them spoke, assessing the starveling pair. could they hunt? buffalo felt it was evident by the blood splashed across them both, but he wisely withheld his sharp tongue. yes, sir, he said softly. we had to learn, and quickly. our mother — she died, the boy lied glibly, but perhaps it was not a lie, for who knew where clarice had gone?