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Rekkdyr

The closer we got to the gates, the more dread feared me. This wasn't going to work.

“You need to hunch more. Stop standing so straight!" Ivaylis whispered.

I sighed, obeying.

The roughly hewn gates stood ahead. I pulled gently on the pair of ropes that bound Ivaylis and Aklys.

Harsher, if you want to make it look real. Aklys reminded me.

I gave a harder tug on the ropes.

Ivaylis whispered a quick spell as I approached the gates. They hung open before us, a blond haired human with an axe greeted us, accompanied by a strange orc creature. His torso up was that of a normal orc, but waist down was the body of a quadruped wolf, much like a centaur is a man horse.

“Steady stream of you folks lately." The blond man said, grinning.

“Where do I trade these two for gold?" I tried to ask, but because of Ivaylis' spell, It came out as a harsh cackle and yipping language, that of the gnoll tongue.

To my surprise, the orc-wolf answered in the same yipping barks.

“Just up the hill there, in the great hall." He said. I was surprised that I understood it. I would have to thank Ivaylis later.

“Well? You just gonna stand there blocking the gate?" He barked.

“Tha-“ I began to express gratitude, but Aklys' voice sounded in my head.

Gnolls don't say thanks!

_ _ The orc eyed me strangely. I gave a harsh snarl, stepping past him into the city.

That was close. I thought.

Remember, you're not Rekkdyr of Rainhaven. You are a gnoll slaver. Aklys said in my mind.

The streets were beginning to thin somewhat, as the sun was lowly beginning to drift below the western horizon. We followed the path up toward the hall on the hill, trying our best to avoid larger crowds.

I was keenly aware every time I heard a hoof beat on cobblestone, knowing that Hestross and Riddarris, no matter how cautious, were not the stealthiest of folks.

We made our way through the marketplace, shops closing up for the night. A few remaining patrons seemed to be on their way out.

There were strange bat creatures I had never seen before, as well as odd lion men. We passed through, cresting the large hill, to come upon a desk set up at the entrance of the hall. A disinterested man was rolling up parchments when I arrived, and putting them in a large rucksack.

“I'm sorry, gnoll, you'll have to return tomorrow." He stated, not bothering to look up from his work.

The hall was relatively barren, save for the random guard here or there on the wall, more of the orc-wolftaurs.

A strange hyena-like humanoid came from the large gate before the hall, dressed in leather armors, and gripping a short spear. He stood only slightly hunched, more humanlike in structure than gnoll, with a dramatically shortened muzzle, and somewhat large, feral-looking ears. He had a light covering of spotted fur about him, though he lacked a tail and digitigrade legs like a gnoll. He had an ugly feral face, with large tusks protruding from an under bite that was not so characteristic of a hyena.

“Prince Myr wishes a word." The hyena-man told him.

“By the gods, Gnoll, I said go away! The night is closed to further trade! Damn beasts and their refusal to learn the language of those they ally with!" He said snapping at me.

“My lord?" the hyena guard asked.

“Right, Prince Myr. Can you ask this creature to leave?" he said, grabbing the rucksack he had been filling.

“Yes, my lord." The hyena said, before turning to me.

His voice immediately fell into that cackling language of the gnolls.

“The markets are closed. You will have to come back tomor—“ He began, but was cut off as a spear slammed through his chest.

I stumbled backwards, as the large centaur Hestross materialized before me.

“Don't think we will get an opportunity like this again." He said, before galloping forward to meet one of the guards by the gate, who was attempting to pull the heavy doors closed.

He ran him through easily, blasting the doors open with a powerful kick of his hooves.

His brother quickly appeared next to him, chopping another hyena-man with his axe.

I drew Silvernight, chopping the bindings around Ivaylis and Aklys, before rushing forward.

We entered into the courtyard surrounding the great hall of the king of Manir.

I turned as the last of us entered, pulling the large gates closed, and sliding the locking mechanism in place. Hopefully, that would help prevent any city guard from coming to the aid of the palace. Unfortunately, it also meant we were not exactly given a good escape route.

“Stop them! Raise the alarm!" A deep voice cried.

I rushed forward, just as Ivaylis was pulling her sword from its scabbard on Riddaris' back.

“Didn't exactly plan this out, did we?" I asked, coming up beside Riddaris.

“Improvise." He said, rushing an orc-taur, who met his charge with an axe chop of his own.

They began clashing, powerful legs stomping and stamping, each trying to outmaneuver the other.

More of the hybrid guardsmen raced down a large staircase that entered into the courtyard from the wall. Hestross leaped into the courtyard, raising his spear aloft.

A bolt of lightning shot from the sky, blasting everyone who was unfortunate enough to be lined up on the stairs.

“Go, I shall hold them." He commanded.

“Alone! Not happening!" I growled.

“Rekkdyr, my brother has been in tougher fights. I suggest we find what we came for, and leave." Riddaris stated.

“He won't be staying alone. Go." Ivaylis said, rushing next to Hestross.

“Larinar!" She roared, and a wall of flames burst to life around them, blocking them in a circle.

“Come." Riddaris said, turning toward the great hall.

I grumbled, following the centaur.

He gave a mighty kick with his horse feet, blasting the great double doors open. I followed him into the long hall, which was lined with roughly hewn columns, a large stone fire pit running the length of the hall. Tables lined each wall.

The hyena-hybrids gathered in a group of about ten, each drawing axes and shields. Lining up to face us.

Before I could react, Riddaris took up his spear from its place on his harness and charged forward at a full gallop, leaping the fire pit, and slamming into their lines.

His spear was driven through one of the hyena's, and he dropped it, quickly grabbing his axe, while his hindquarters kicked back with a powerful slam, blasting another into the roaring flames of the pit.

Gripping Silvernight, I ran forward to help my comrade, cleaving a head free of its shoulders as I entered the fray.

Aklys leapt from somewhere behind me, slamming into another, and tearing into its throat ferociously.

I had never seen how ferocious a centaur could truly be when the blood lust took them, but Riddaris was not his usual lighthearted joking self. He was slamming and kicking and chopping with the ferocity you would expect to see in a gnoll.

I ducked an axe swing from an enemy hybrid, parrying another, before quickly chopping the arm wielding the axe clean off.

The creatures howl of pain was quickly silenced as Silvernight burst through his chainmail shirt like it was merely linen.

Another axe came on, and I managed to chop it aside, sending the axe head skittering across the hall, leaving the creature to rely on a short axe shaft as a makeshift club.

The beauty of Silvernight was in its seemingly supernatural keen edge.

I took two steps forward, following the beast as he clumsily stumbled backwards in retreat. My sword drove deep to the hilt, blasting through his pathetic leather armor.

Dropping the corpse to the ground, I saw Riddaris finishing the last of them with a powerful downward chop, splitting the creatures head in two.

“Shouldn't we be meeting heavier resistance?" I asked, approaching the centaur.

“Perhaps surprise is on our side?" He shrugged, pulling his axe free from the corpse.

“Where too?" I asked, glancing around the hall. There was a throne at the head of the room, with a set of double doors behind it, and then two doors on either side of the hall.

“My guess is, likely one of the side doors will lead to a dungeon somewhere. Can't imagine their housing slaves in the family portion of the hall." He stated.

“Which way?" I asked, looking between the two doors.

Left. It will break into a long corridor that heads to two towers at the rear of the keep. The towers have staircases that lead into a network of corridors below. Aklys stated.

“How do you know this?" I asked.

She glanced up at me, and her eyes were a pure white.

Spell.

I nodded, turning to the left door.

Slamming through it, I entered into the tight corridor. It was way too confined for Riddaris to enter. I was struggling myself, and my humanoid form was more manageable in the tight space.

“I shall remain here, and try to keep the exit clear." He offered.

“I don't like this. We are splitting our numbers." I growled.

It cannot be helped. Aklys said, urging me onward.

“I'll be alright, find our missing people." He said. I nodded.

I rushed off into the long corridor, Aklys following behind me.

Skempta

The large beast gripped me with its massive talon-like claws, pulling me in. I tried to struggle, but my limbs felt like lead.

The griffon pulled me to him, prying my legs apart.

Not a griffon. It was humanoid, though griffon-like. Had all the qualities, Lion body, eagle head and wings. The talons. But it was not a griffon. It was as unnatural a beast as Krell had been.

He drove his barbed penis deep into my open pussy, slowly scraping along my insides.

I tried to kick, but he just lightly pierced my flesh with his talons.

“Fuck you!" I spat, not at the griffon, but the orc standing behind it.

“You'll get your chance again, and again, and again." Drangis smiled.

The griffon creature slammed deep, plastering his furry hips against mine. I felt him coat my insides with cum.

The beast pulled out of me, and my cunt slowly trickled with his spunk.

“Know this. You are nothing now. Nothing but a bitch to be bred." He smiled, stepping forward. Gripping my antler, he roughly yanked me up, slamming his cock deep into my mouth. I would have bit down, if it wasn't for the fact that he moved so hard and fast, and his meat was almost as thick as a horses.

I tried to gasp for breath, pulling away, but he had a firm grasp on my antlers.

“Bring the next one." Drangis told the Griffon-man, who was leaving the cell.

A few moments later, I felt something mount me from behind, driving into me with a long, slender something, but I couldn't see what it was.

It slid right up my pussy with no resistance, feeling almost alien as it probed deeper and deeper into me.

Drangis slammed his hips into my face, and my jaw began to ache at the abuse.

He gave a low grunt, and I started gagging on his cum as he dumped his contents into my throat, forcing me to swallow all of it.

He pulled out of my mouth, stepping back and laughing.

“I-I will k-kill you!" I coughed, cum trickling down my lips.

I managed to glance back at what was currently pounding away at my cunt this time, a large boar. A feral, natural boar.

I fell back to the cold stone of the cell.

“I wouldn't count on it. You had your chance, and you failed." He growled.

An orc entered the cell at that moment.

“Warchief, we are under attack!" He said.

Drangis eyes widened.

“Where is Myr?" he asked.

“I don't know, but Hraedis is in the west east wing with the hydra." He replied.

“Stay here, and watch this bitch. Fuck her if you'd like. I'm going to figure out what's going on." Drangis said, turning for the door.

The orc turned to me as his chieftain left.

He was much smaller than Drangis, but that hardly mattered. In my current state, I doubted whether I'd be able to fight off a drunk Halfling bard.

The boar finished up in me, leaving my soppy hole dripping.

“My turn, bitch." He laughed, coming up behind me. I felt rage slowly boiling through me, trying desperately to call upon my fae heritage. There was something wrong. A block.

Gripping my waist, he slammed directly in me. My cunt lips were slick with cum, so he had no difficulties driving deep.

I took a deep breath, feeling the rage building. There was a weariness in my arms that could not be from their abused state. It was something mystical in nature. Magic's had me bound. That was the only explanation for my helplessness.

I took a deep breath, feeling him finish inside me as well, before standing and pulling up his trousers.

He leaned next to the door, gripping his axe.

I felt my arms tense, the rage threatening to boil over.

I begged the rage to fill me, to take command. I wanted to lose myself to the hatred I felt, to fall away into the creature of action that I had so rarely before become.

My legs slowly slide under me, and I managed to push myself into a hunched over kneel.

The guard turned to me as I slowly began to push myself up, legs shaking uncertainly.

“Sit back down." He ordered, stepping toward me.

I clenched my fist.

He stepped forward to slam me back, but I managed to tumble forward, catching his axe shaft with my hands. I headbutt out with my antlers, catching him in the face.

He growled in pain, stumbling backwards and releasing his grip on the axe. Anger drove me as I lifted the weapon above my head, before dropping it into his shoulder. Before he could even finish screaming, I had tugged the weapon free, and driven it into the same shoulder again, and again, and again.

By the time I was finished, the orc guard was little more than a bloody mess of gore on the cell floor. I pulled the door open, which was not locked, likely due to my perceived paralysis.

My legs threatened to give out at any moment, but I still managed to stumble into the corridor.

Aatu

I collapsed onto the beach, panting heavily. My chest hurt terribly, and my forelegs, that were only seconds ago raven wings, felt limp.

Wanting nothing more than to curl up and sleep there, I just couldn't. This beach was open, heavily patrolled, from what I understood. I had to make it inland, towards the forest, before I could hope for some rest.

I pulled myself up with all of the willpower I could manage, dragging myself up the beach. The journey across the sea was much harder than I was prepared for. Maintaining a shapeshifted form for that long, coupled with the physical exertion, it was just too much.

I stumbled between a large boulder and a large driftwood log, nestling down between the two. It was there that I succumbed to sleep, knowing that I was more exposed than I'd like.

The sound of horses woke me hours later, as night was beginning to settle. My forelegs were stiff, my body sore. I pulled the last few strips of salted pork from my bag, devouring them in a few bites.

Glancing from my poor hiding place, I saw mounted men on the beach, galloping along the shore. In the distance, a ship, one of the longboats was docked, men milling about it, pulling creatures and cargo off. Another longship was on the horizon, drifting ever nearer.

I had rested too long. I decided to continue on, hoping to move inland undetected. It would prove tough, knowing that there were many soldiers about. Fornvarr and I had discussed the merits of approaching from the north. There was an isolated beach there on the other side of the mountains that was not heavily patrolled, due to its remoteness.

In the end, we decided one of the southwestern beaches, due to their relative closeness. I would be better suited to blending in, being that I could appear like an overgrown wolf, or any other animal for that matter.

I focused on the form of a raven, quickly becoming one of my favorite forms of flight. Nothing happened. I was still to weary to transform. Looked like I would have to travel on foot.

I quickly leaped the boulder, despite the aches of protest from my limbs, before slinking off northeast.

I traveled well into the night, knowing that most men would not venture into the darkness.

Sunlight threatened to crest the horizon by the time I caught my first sight of Manir through the trees.

I was to the north, nestled in the shadows of the mountains.

I wandered until I found a shadowy glade, where I curled up under the lowest bows of a pine tree.

If I were to infiltrate the city, and find my pack, then I would have to be at my best. Tomorrow, I would try to shapeshift again, and hopefully, fly overhead and map out the city itself from above.

For now, I drifted off into an exhaustion driven sleep.

Ivaylis

_ _ “Waaosa!" I shouted, performing the arcane gestures necessary for the spell.

A gust of wind billowed about us in a cyclone, blasting the crossbow bolts from the air, knocking them asunder.

“Torsundr!" Hestross cried, pointing his spear at an assaulting hyena-man. A ball of lightening burst forth, launching itself at the creature, who leaped to dodge it. He wasn't fast enough.

A man rushed forward, leaping through the flame wall I'd created. He was human, surprisingly, at least, he appeared so.

I turned to meet him, catching his sword with my own, and entering into a whirling dance, slashing and cutting in a whirlwind of steel.

“Odlask Vatn!" Hestross bellowed.

A large chunk of earth rose before him softening into a large mass of sludge-like mud. He launched it at another who attempted to leap through the flames, slamming into him with a squelching thud.

I ducked a clumsy chop, before driving the assault, cutting and slashing and thrusting. The human had tiny lines of read appearing all over any bit of exposed flesh. Fear came to his eyes when he realized there was no escape back through the wall of flames, and the mixture of wind and lightening was too much for his comrades to overcome, especially with the large centaur druid thrusting his mighty spear whenever one did venture near.

Deflecting another deterring attack, I stepped forward, slashing low into his thigh, bringing a yelp from him, before silencing him with a quick cut to the throat. The man grasped his neck, stumbling backwards. I aided him with a kick to the chest, sending him toppling through the flames.

“Enough!" the harsh bark of a command sounded. Immediately, the attackers quite coming.

The fire died down about us, and from the gates entered a gnoll woman, and a succubus.

The gnoll stepped forward. She was the largest gnoll I had ever seen. She made Rekkdyr look tiny.

“Companions of the orc and the Halfling?" She asked, stepping forward. She held no weapons, though I doubted she would need them, judging by the wicked looking claws at the end of each finger.

“Where are they!?" I demanded.

She gave a harsh cackle.

Hestross raised his spear into the air.

“Torsundr!" He cried. A ball of lightening launched itself at the gnoll. The succubus stepped up, taking the full force of the blast in the chest. She smiled as electricity crackled the air around her.

She glanced at Hestross, eyes meeting his. An alluring smile crossed her lips.

He smiled in response, taking a step forward.

“Hestross!" I cried, trying to grab his arm. He shrugged me off, walking to the pair.

The gnoll rushed forward, slamming into me before I could try to stop him again.

I tumbled backwards, feeling a painful slash tearing at my forearm.

Managing to get me leg between the ferocious gnoll woman and myself, I kicked her back, rolling away from the thrashing creature. Coming up, I brought my single edge bastard sword to bear.

Hestross stood before the demoness, eyes staring into hers, a grin on his face.

“Ah, yes, my sweet thing." She cooed to him, lips slowly reaching for his.

I moved to intervene, but the gnoll leaped at me again, forcing me to return to the defensive. No, not defensive. Her only true defense against me was taking the offensive.

I changed my tactic, thrusting and slashing ferociously, matching her ferocity with a graceful blade dance.

The gnoll was forced to rethink her strategy, ducking and dodging my assault.

Hestross reached down, cupping the seductress' cheek with his hand, lightly brushing her face with his thumb.

“Hestross! No!" I cried, Slashing the gnoll woman across the inner thigh. She stumbled back. I turned to rush the succubus, but the gnoll slammed into me, forcing me to the ground on my stomach.

I managed to roll to my back under her, but my sword was no longer in my grasp.

“Uur!" I spat, causing a small flash of flames leap from my fingers. It wasn't enough to do any real damage, but the surprise of the flare caused the hyena woman to recoil in shock. It was all I needed to crawl from beneath the unbalanced creature, recovering my blade.

I quickly turned, chopping at her head.

She had regain some of her composure, ducking forward to slam into me again, but this time, I dropped my pommel onto the back of her head, dazing her. I rolled to the ground with her, coming to rest with me on top of the much larger woman. She tossed me free, sending me flying across the courtyard.

Gods, her strength was immense!

Hestross leaned in to kiss the succubus, just as the gnoll came baring down on me. I stood, eyes meeting the gnolls. The hideous hunched woman began charging.

My sword was no longer in my grasp. I had no defense against the creature, save one.

“Hauta!" I cried, performing the arcane gestures.

I concentrated on the creature, forcing her back.

She slowed, before coming to a stop altogether.

She growled, and rage filled her eyes.

I glanced over at Hestross, in danger of breaking the spell holding the gnoll.

His lips were about to meet the demons. I saw his spear gripping arm tense.

Suddenly, he thrust the weapon deep between the breasts of the creature, bringing a sudden gasping wail from her lips. His smile widened.

“Your charms are lost on me, demon. I have walked the path blazed by the Naettura. My mind is my own." He told her, dropping her dying form to the ground.

“Hestross!" I cried, feeling my hold of the gnoll slipping. She took a step forward.

She was close, far to close, and I could almost feel her claws sinking into my flesh.

Hestross lobbed his spear, and It burst through her chest.

My hold failed, and she collapsed to the ground, shrieking in agony.

“Uruuva!" I snapped, launching a bolt of fire into her face.

The explosion from the blast rocked me back, and I could feel the heat on my face.

I regained my composure, seeing the gnolls smoldering body, still skewered on Hestross unmarred spear.

Hestross galloped forward, retrieving his weapon as he went. He leaped to me, turning in defense.

“My magics dwindle." I stated, feeling that familiar weariness come over me from overexerting my abilities.

“Take up your blade, we still have a fight to go before we are through." He stated, nodding to the growing crowd of soldiers encircling the courtyard.

I quickly retrieved my weapon, coming up beside the Centaur.

With what seemed like great effort, he called upon his magics one last time, causing an explosion of vines to erupt from the earth, creating a network of thrashing, animated vegetation that seemed to cling to everything that tried to enter it.

He was panting by this point, gripping his staff. It seemed like he too was nearing the end of his casting ability.

I gazed upon his face, seeing through the sweat and grime of battle to the handsome human face underneath. My heart fluttered, and I pulled him in for a deep kiss.

To my surprise, he deepened it, drawing me closer to him, before we finally broke it.

I gazed up at him, blushing slightly. Never thought I'd kiss a centaur, let alone one I just met.

He smiled.

“Seemed like the thing to do." I gave a soft grin, turning to the mass of soldiers trying to fight through the tangle of vines.

“I may have enough left for one final spell." I stated, waiting for the soldiers to draw near.

The group was nearly upon us, cutting and chopping their way through the clinging plant matter.

Hestross nodded. “Do it."

“Uruuva!" I shouted, launching the bolt of flames into the mass of vegetation.

The courtyard before us erupted into an explosion of burning vines and creatures, the shrieks of pain echoing through the night.

Riddaris

I stood near the throne, seeing the double doors behind it. I may not be able to partake in the search for my sister, but I sure as hell wasn't going to remain here.

I pushed them open, gripping my axe at the ready.

The corridor leading from the great hall was filled with men, about six or seven. They were each armed, wearing matching chainmail armors, donned with leather brigandines, and wielding sword and shield. Humans, all of them.

“You are men of the king! Do not allow this intruder to pass!" the man in front shouted, taking a guards stance.

Perhaps I should have waited in the other room. I thought to myself, noting their superior numbers.

I pulled my spear from the harness on my flank, lobbing it through the air to strike the speaker in the chest. He clattered to the ground in a heap.

The rest of the men started advancing, forming a wall of shields.

I gripped my axe tightly, rushing forward at a full gallop, leaping the last few feet to slam into the mass. I felt a sword thrust painfully into my horse-flank, but I ignored the pain, blasting through their shield-line. I kicked back with a powerful hoof, striking one of the men in the face.

I quickly galloped about, taking another's head with my axe, before being forced to defend against another thrust. I galloped about, forcing the men from forming up any form of defensive line by utilizing my superior size to keep them broken up.

I kicked and chopped here and there, meeting shield and sword with axe and hoof.

Before long, only four remained of the original seven, and I was surrounded.

My side hurt from the plethora of cuts and punctures that riddled it, but I fought through the pain, chopping and cleaving with my axe.

One of the men dove forward in a thrust at my exposed flank. I hopped away, giving another's shield a full kick in the process. He collapsed to the ground from the force, quickly scrambling to pull himself up.

Before he could regain his feet, a small furry blur shot at him, drawing a quick line of red across his throat.

The tiny form leaped to all fours, bolting between the legs of his comrade next to him, before leaping up his back, and driving a small dagger deep into the soft flesh between the neck and the shoulder.

I rushed the remaining two, kicking out with my two front hooves, slamming one back, while simultaneously chopping at the other, sundering his shield to splinters.

The one that was kicked fell back from the force of the blow, But the other recovered quickly form his destroyed shield, dropping its remains, and hacking forward with his sword.

I caught the blade with my forearm, drawing a painful gash along its length.

I growled in pain, batting a second slash away with my axe, before dropping the blade into his chest.

The other man was getting up when the furry creature leaped atop his chest, driving the dagger deep into his eye-socket.

I stepped back, pulling my spear from the first man, and readying myself for whatever this creature may be.

The thing stopped moving enough for me to finally recognize what it was. An otter.

But it wasn't a normal otter. a humanoid otter, no taller than a halfling, with more otter-like proportions and qualities, but the unmistakable traits of a humanoid. It wore a simple, black robe, tied around it's waist, that draped down like a long tunic to cover the creatures lower body, due to the lack of leggings.

The creature turned to me, a serious look on its face. It spoke with a soft, female voice.

“The king is this way, in his chamber at the far end of the hall. Let us kill him and be done with it." She said, emotionless, and without humor.

“Wait! Who are you? What are you?" I asked, examining the strange creature.

“Who, and what I am are unnamed. I was created for the purpose of subterfuge, and ultimately, death." She spoke, still in that emotionless tone.

The otter-girl quickly rushed to me, making me take a step back.

“Subterfuge? Explain yourself, who are you, and why did you help me!" I demanded, lowering my spear towards her.

Her eyes met mine, and I could see an impatient look come to her face.

“I am called Silence by my masters." She spoke. “I aid you, because I seek to kill my masters. I believe you have the same goal, yes?"

It was somewhat unsettling how her calm, matter-of-fact way she spoke was coupled with such a soft, small voice.

“Your masters? Are you a slave?" I asked.

“There are many forms of slavery, and I am bound by one." She stated.

“How can I trust you?" I asked, eyeing her. The blood covered dagger in her tiny hand proved how lethal the small creature could be. She dispatched three men in the time it took me to kill one.

“I have no other motives than freeing myself from their bonds." She stated, pulling the robe from her shoulder to reveal a strange spiraling symbol there, marked in her fur as a scarlet red.

“It is a symbol of servitude, to the king of Manir. It marks me as his, and I no longer wish to serve him." She said simply.

I considered her for a moment. This entire situation seemed strange, but if she spoke the truth, then I could potentially cast the entirety of Manir into chaos by slaying the king here and now. Even if I were to not make it out of this keep alive, that would be a comforting thought.

“Very well, I will follow you, but I'm watching you closely, otter."