Ouroboros Spine swima

Dragomir settled further into his seat while Keyni first shared the herd's number, then began to paint a picture of the short and tragic life of Firefly Glen. He kept his eyes and ears both trained politely on her as she spoke, but his mind was quick to fly to the mountain that had been his home for such a brief time. Brief, but significant. He no longer thought of Diaspora as home, and the time in between he had mostly purged from his memory. Moonspear had been home before he made a home of the open road.

It lingered on what memories he had of Atlas, of Osiris, and of Antares. Mostly Antares. The others, including their sister whose name slipped his mind, were more like acquaintances, but he'd shared a time or two with Antares. Atlas was the first to go, and then Osiris was killed. Dragomir assumed that was the doing of the bear Keyni mentioned before. He grimaced to think of the fates of them; Hydra's proud sons, brought down in such a gruesome manner, and only one left to pick up the pieces.

I can only imagine, Dragomir breathed. He didn't think he'd be even remotely prepared to take the reins of a pack on the heels of his sister dying, and it sounded like Antares had lost two siblings. Two siblings, his parents, potentially many more... That was more burden than Dragomir could even fathom. It was no wonder Firefly Glen had faltered under the weight of all that. He hoped that somehow, Antares could find some peace in his heart.

Well, he said at last, giving his broad shoulders a little shake, a habit he was scarcely even conscious of these days, it sounds like you've made up your mind, then. Nothing's really permanent, He tongued the tip of one tooth, then said, but some certainty is better than none, so it could be your permanent-for-now home, maybe.