Bearclaw Valley So you say I'm complicated

Koume wasn't planning on dying today. And surely not by the paws of strangers. If she were to die, she'd do it spectacularly. In a way that would make all of their pitiful Gods shake with fear, for she'd be going to one of their Hells. Stone-faced yet submissively she stood there, determination shining brightly in her mismatched eyes.

I didn't have much of a choice. I was born a Melonii - does that name mean anything to you? Was he some sort of long lost sibling? If so, he'd probably not kill one of his own blood. Neither the child of a friend, God she hoped Potema had a good relationship with this guy. Nothing led me here. She had simply wandered, after all. I traveled over the mountains to stumble upon your borders. I could've run into so many packs. She barely knew Cicero. As far as she knew, he was either dead or missing now.