Arrow Lake fester

his brows lifted as kazimir began to recount all that she had told the loiterer, but as her voice fell away and her expression grew to express her mortification, he knew he didn't need to tell her what had been done wrong. stigmata was confident that the next time his comrade encountered a stranger, she would reveal as little about diaspora as she could before gleaning if a guest was worthy of such information or not. feeling no urge to correct her aloud, he only provided her with reassuring brush of his black-iron pelt against hers.

"you will be wiser with our next visitor, my lady. i am not worried," he told her plainly. "now, let us hunt. i can think of no better remedy to mild annoyances than tearing a bit of flesh." nudging her encouragingly, he aimed to lead his companion away from the borders and away from past mistakes, looking for a distraction in the many scents of prey littering their path.

last post from me! sorry about the wait, but feel free to post once more or just archive as you please <3