Moonspear you remove withered flowers

The silence that settled between them was characteristic of how they were together, how they communicated, how they did things. Words had never been something used much between them, nor needed between them, for some reason. Whenever they were together things simply were good, bar a few bumps in the road that he hoped they could close off now that this was done. The head was cast aside, proof yet in the grand scheme of things, a grim reminder of what had happened. He would later pose it somewhere near the borders, or perhaps within the territories, once the bugs had eaten the flesh from the skull — a warning to anyone who dared thwart him, the emperor of Moonspear, or harm his mate.

Flóki and Dash excused themselves silently and Charon did little to break that silence, offering them both an appreciative nod before he turned towards Amekaze. He nosed her cheek and left the skull to be, for now, taking place beside her and extending the offer of a continuation of her patrol together with a chuff.