Otter Creek a burning coal touching the prophet's lips

wintersbane is, frankly, unsurprised to hear that it is the same of his once compatriot. if the soturi remembers correctly, ganandorf hadn't stayed around moonspear for long ...though in all fairness neither had wintersbane. it'd been easy to move on when his standoffs with it's then leader, charon, had become too tiresome and the knowledge that he would always be lesser because he was not the spotted man's own blood irked him too much to continue. wintersbane'd never had patience for those who would only hold him back, especially not as an ambitious child. even now, well into adulthood, he's come to learn that blood only went so far.

blood could disappoint you far worse than anyone not related to you could.

a cursory glimpse is given to the package, wrapped in rabbit fur, was given as his companion gestures to it. confusion furrows the warrior's brow. what ...is it? curiosity makes him ask.