Ouroboros Spine the fall of the house of usher

her eyes widen slightly as Ashlar pushes back. she hadn't expected that. a new appreciation for the singer blooms within her mind as she watches him sidelong, afraid to take her peripheral vision off the two moonglow wolves.

and she's right to do so, for immediately following moonwoman's rejoinder, they charge.

go, Avicus tells Ashlar, jerking her chin in the direction toward Ursus. she flashes her teeth at the woman—her face scarred; oh, it gives her great pleasure to know she had marred that pretty visage—and then turns on her heel,

though remaining slow enough to not leave Ashlar behind, should he freeze.

the singer has done his part. now, they wait.