Redsand Canyon And all I want is to fill my soul

Many wolves seemed to repeat his name as of late.
Perhaps times had changed, and strange names were uncommon -- rare even. Perhaps his name was outdated, or bland, or some shit.
He might as well change his name to peaches.

He fixed his glum expression with a very slight tilt to the corners of his lips.
Nemisis.
"Beheaded for treason," he replied easily. He'd been worried at the time, but he had contemplated and thought it best to leave her to rest. To be picked clean like Donovan wanted. She didn't like him, and touching her might be bad.
Alas, he didn't have to go to the pass, not for any real need, and staying away from the dark lump was easy enough.

"Come, a short spar would do good for your strength," and to test if she was worthy of higher ranks, of course. But she'd know that. She seemed bright.