(leans forward, eyes flickering like dying coals) "Then you do what every hound does when the hunt goes cold, Rustjaw. You howl at the moon until the moon howls back. And then? You chase it. "
"Alright, Rustjaw. Let’s begin. On a scale from ‘smoldering ember’ to ‘total soul-meltdown,’ how are you feeling today?" Hellhound Therapy Session -Berz1337-
"Scared." (Gnash and Vex both snap their jaws toward Howl) "What? I said it. I'm scared. If the Master loses his fire… do we just… fade? Turn into stray metaphors for bad decisions?" (leans forward, eyes flickering like dying coals) "Then
"...That's surprisingly wholesome. Have you considered a hobby? Knitting with barbed wire? Competitive howling?" Hellhound Therapy Session -Berz1337-
"And how does that make you feel ? As a pack unit."
"And if that doesn't work?"