A grunt was offered in response to his son’s short reply about his sisters. Larkspur did not know if the boy was lying, but he had no reason to believe this was the case. Instead he turned back to the skin as the puppy began his meal noisily. With one final yank, the skin was pulled free of the carcass. He had cut it at the neck, leaving him with a large section of the sheep exposed despite still having a very furry face. Someone who was not used to such a display might find it horrifying. The D’Angelo male had seen far worse in his time.
With one of the blades on the makeshift table, he began to scrape away the flesh that clung to the underside of the pelt. “Y’not a fan of the outside, huh Pan?” The older wolf asked idly, recognizing his son’s refusal to go outdoors but not finding a fault with it yet. After all, the boy had grown up underground. It was not strange that he might favor it, especially given the truth of his god’s home. Tak lived in the earth, and Pandemic had been claimed at birth by the demon-god.
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