Ouroboros Spine I've met the myth hanging heavy over you

When finally he had tired of Jakoul, days later, Raimo returned to the lower reaches of the spine and picked his way across the refugee camp. He did not think to hide his new mantle of shared scent until he had crossed in to Moonglow's heart, and by then no manner of rolling in the moss would cleanse him.

He slipped between the trees and followed the path of shadows until he found a small creek to wet his tongue, soak his rock-bitten feet, and think. His mind was full of Jakoul; he only wanted to return to her and the embrace of her body, but he had duties here, and he had pledged himself to serve Kukutux.

Above all he must serve a purpose. He must keep his role of the hero solidified for his story to progress — but it had been tainted by his own wayward nature, now.