You can't stop me motherfucker cause I'm on a boat

Absinth’s gaze lingered on him, watching the way he stood there, chest puffed out like some triumphant little conqueror. He was growing fast—both in size and in arrogance. And while the former was expected, the latter was something she would need to temper before it became a liability. She didn’t show any of this on her face, though. Instead, her expression remained composed, mildly intrigued, as if his boasting was just another breeze blowing past her. Still grinning though.

“Hmm,” she murmured thoughtfully, one brow lifting slightly as he mumbled through his blood-slicked maw. His words, garbled and half-choked by the coyote’s limp leg, were met with a faint, almost imperceptible smile. “No challenge, you say? Well, I should hope not. Can’t have my son struggling against such pathetic foes.”

The excitement in his eyes was endearing in its own way, though she would never admit it aloud. There was an innocence still clinging to his eagerness, a dangerous naivety that both worried and intrigued her. He was still a child despite his growing fangs and the violence in his gaze. Perhaps too young to fully understand what he was becoming—what she was shaping him into.

When he scrambled to follow, dragging the unfortunate carcass behind him, she didn’t slow her pace or look back. The sound of his paws scrabbling over the weathered deck, the wet thud of the coyote’s body against rotting wood—it all blended into the eerie silence of the shipwreck.

“Do you know why I’m not as thrilled as you are?” she asked suddenly, her voice soft, drifting back to him like the murmur of waves. “Because this, Dracun, isn’t the true prize.” She didn’t pause to explain, her silhouette cutting through the dimness as she moved deeper into the belly of the ship. “It’s not enough to be strong. You must be more.” A purr of her voice, beckoning him onward.

A faint metallic creak echoed as she turned a corner, vanishing into the maze of corridors that twisted through the wreck. “Leave that carcass here. You’ll need your jaws free for what comes next.” Yes, because she could smell what was to come.

"Absinth Artemisia Inferos"