getting inside my head

Björn looks to Akito, studying him for a moment. For how different they were, there's a certain... sameness. Creatures that are too serious, even if Björn is prone to putting that seriousness in the wrong places. Only one of the brothers is a madman in disguise. His jaw set as he scans the Prairie before them, skipping over the antelope. The prey... they're strange. They're far too strange.

"Seems like it's spread to the wolves already." Björn's tone is grave, the words sitting in the air between them. "How bad are things down south?" Curious, for Akito's sake and for the sake of his family in the Hallows. Though his father remained a bitter taste in his mouth, surely a sickness like this was the worst way to go. Björn was trying not to dwell on it, trying not to tip too much of his hand, lest feelings he couldn't give voice to bubble to the surface.

"speech"