Arrow Lake spriggan

the male was quiet the entire length of diaspora's current claim, but as they came to part ways, he expressed his gratitude, and sentiment stigmata wasn't sure he entirely accepted. it was supposed to be a compliment, he supposed, but it only left the warhound feeling slightly bitter about the whole thing. so he only resembled a wolf of respect - how nice. he didn't respond, only watched the back of sorin as he went; his own muzzle tilted proudly, and his gaze lingering, though detached.

to others this may have felt like a waste of time and resources, but stigmata felt no such uncertainty himself. he was sending off a healthy wolf, who now knew his name, his worth, and owed him something, if they got right down to it. stigmata rather felt like he'd done himself a favor, playing the long game as he was - even if it panned out nothing, or amounted to something as little as simply having his name remembered in a glorious light.

smirking to himself, the basilisk swung back around and made way for the lake's hearth.

it was fine! we could've dragged on a little more but i appreciate short threads too ;) thank you as well <3