[Kaine] little spirits

Alright, so perhaps the godling had not abandoned their wandering spirit entirely. It was their job, anyways. Scouting. To think, Amon was going to be bossing them around in earnest now. This place was something. It was definitely colder up here. The golden beast wanted the warm weather back. It had been so nice. Perhaps they would become a migratory wolf, and follow the warm weather around. Yes, surely Amon would delight in their abandonment of the clan for the sake of eternal summer. The look on his face would be priceless.

A lake, a perfect spot for a drink. Perhaps a bath too. There was only so much mud they were willing to ingest, in order to keep their pelt pristine. The trip through a swamp hadn't done them any favours, in terms of looks. It was horrific. The giant paused, frowning at the lake. Now, wait a minute. That was weird. Was that... a pawprint? A really big one? Pyr would have told them they were hallucinating, if she were here. Ana would have said they were being an idiot. Perhaps it was time to return in the next few days. Oh, better yet, they should return with gifts. Yes, gifts for everyone.

Narrowing their two toned eyes, the beast scanned the area. What was there to bring back from this spot? Not much. Water? Grass. Lots of grass. Oh, hold on. A lovely little waif, stinking of sex. Even better, she bore the odd colourings of the local spirits. Oh yes, that would do. A charming grin would slide upon their lips, predatory gaze shifting towards something more friendly. "Greetings, love." They would croon, slinking towards the shore. Perhaps a bath, and a bitch, would make the day interesting.