Overture Downs make your peace

Teeth scramble to catch as Ghost thrashes away from the hold—dark ears flicking forth, capturing the half-whine and answering with a low growl in return. He pushes forth, attempting to secure victory and squish the Ghost down. Teeth edging the skin, tempting to sink and shake, a death roll as flesh is torn asunder. Yet, the Wayfarer does not go for the kill—against instinct, he strives to let the silver live. Already, Ghost has given him much, and despite not acknowledging it, he wants to see what comes next.