Just the thought wrinkles her maw. Eyes shoot back to the gilded boy, vaguely wondering if he could understand— given his novel appearance. He didn’t look like just a bastard spawn, but there's a high chance he's a simpleton still.
At least he wasn’t lanzadoii. That was a start.
And he’d offered to hunt. This pleases Yakone, who traipses a step forward, nose reaching out in test of his particular scent now. “What’s your name anyway?”
