[SE] blood red debts splattered on white snow

run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine

The warm laugh slips from his throat in a soft plume of clouds as the butcher rolls his eyes fondly, letting his exasperation even out as Danta says they can handle it between them. “Thank you.” He drawls softly, pointedly to Danta before he smirks over toward Thalassa and the continued threat from before that seems to extend to now. “I would much prefer to wake without anything drawn on my face.” He straightens up, shaking out his wrist briefly as if it might help wake him up.

“Ooh, we have options.” He muses aloud, pausing briefly before he glances toward Danta then back to Thalassa. “I may be able to lure some of the wolves over if we are itching for a fight.” If he used his feirw shift, he might be able to seem like a weak little fiery deer that the wolves might wish to choose in lieu of the luxere that may be harder and tougher to handle this time of year. It also has the added bonus of him not needing to be as stealthy and sneaky as he might if he were in another shift.

Astaroth

run, baby, run, run for your life