[private] but they just can't prove it

[Wherewolf]

Let's be better strangers

He's bristling. More than usual, even the feathers of his wings seem to stand on end when Aela says she has no idea where the colt has gone. Of course, he shouldn't blame the little mare, her powers don't extend so far to plucking lost souls from the hungry depths, but it is easier to blame her than to worry about his own hand in the South's sinking.

He tries his wings again and finds the pain lessened, but they are still limp and heavy. The Mountain's vengeance is persistent and he heals slowly from it, the seams in his skin flushed an angry red where only the barest healing has knit him back together from the pieces that he was. By contrast, there is already scar tissue at the edges of his jaw where that damn red child blasted something at him.

He does not really remember what happened, but the blood that darkens her throat and fills his mouth with its iron tang is hint enough. The dark  stallion pauses, tongue pressed to the roof of him mouth, and he casts a wicked grin at her before rounding again on Aela.

"Taiga!" the empty plain fills with his incredulous laughter, "What a fucking joke, Taiga!"

The very idea of going north again fills him with desperate anger and darkens the edges of his vision. It is not Nerine, but that little favor is very little indeed.

"You should have killed that little island girl of yours and taken the place. At least it would be warm." Then his head tips to one side, "Hey you didn't happen to check if she died, did you? Could still be an option."

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@Aela