exit wounds

That was pretty much the reaction he was looking for, and he watched as the tiny pup puffed up with indignation. “Are we?” He asked, unsurprised that was the route Spider would take. “Prove it.” How Spider would do that? He had no idea, but it would be no doubt either fascinating or annoying to see.

He shrugged at Spider’s words, uncertain how to proceed. “Sounds like you got a second chance, not everyone gets that.” He settled on, not sure if the words were comforting in any way.


“Sure” He said, reaching out a paw and taking the knife. He handled it gently, feeling the weight and balance of it. It was well made, much like his own. He felt a pang at its loss. Vidarr had confiscated it when he had kidnapped him and made him Thrall. “It’s a good blade. A warrior's blade.”


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