who we are and all that we're trying to be
The gratitude was shrugged off with a nod, for it hadn’t been difficult or tasking to accomplish, before listening to directions once more. Again, not a particular orchestrator of anything more than trench warfare, once the digging has commenced, his gaze sharpened to watch Sunjata place the metal cap on.
Following suit, he grabbed one of the artifacts in between his jaws, and roamed back to the area, dropping it within, and then placing his heavy, obsidian paw down on its surface until it gave in. The beast pushed on it several more times, before concluding it would stay put, and then meandered out of the depths, piercing eyes meeting each of theirs in turn, waiting for some other proclamation in the murk and midst of his habitual silence.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
