Ouroboros Spine vi. two hands longing

Unfortunately for Zane, his perception rolls are shit, which means he gets to keep on embarassing himself. And continue he did because there was no better way to feel better about your comparison than take a shit on the subject of it. What a fuckin tool. Forget stick, he's probably got a whole tree up his ass. Probably got stuck there last time he fell off the damn mountain. He huffed.

Honestly, it wasn't like he was jealous of Sarge's rank or some shit like that. If the guy wanted to be 'first hunter' or whatever, that was fine by him. Meant he wasn't responsible for anything more than his own shit and that served Zane perfect. He just wished the guy would crack a bit, once, rather than feeling like a constant source of judgement. Felt a little like the instant he got a clawhold into the wider decisions, Zane'd be out on his ass. And that was not ideal.

He should probably bring something back, speaking of. Maybe mini-Duchess could use a stoat or somethin. Zane began to sniff around, sorting through scents. No stoat... but raccoon? Beggars can't be choosers.