Ouroboros Spine no one wakes up one day

panther, it was decided. panther gives a soft, affirmative nod of his head at the new name: so it shall be. panther offers her a small, terse smile that doesn't touch his eyes and could be perceived as 'sad' as she speaks that 'panther' will suffice until he can give her his actual name. without the ability to currently communicate to her verbally that he doesn't know his name, panther has no choice but to allow her to stay under that impression. he doesn't linger long upon that thought for very long — after all, he can't miss what he doesn't remember and there's little use weeping over spilled milk. instead, he turns his focus to her question and eyes the path pack over his shoulder. with a small, strained breath he pushes himself — slowly — to his paws and makes a noise of confirmation: yes, lets head back.