Here he is: Darktooth, as he was sometimes known on Earth, at the edge of the Melt under the Tidal Moon.
Perhaps he is considering the question of whether the Kin will thrive on this new sphere, or whether they shall be subsumed into the Melt, like so many others.
Perhaps he is pondering the truth about the Moons, which only he and a very few others know, and whether the Kin can escape a terrible doom at their metaphorical hands.
Perhaps he is merely suffering indigestion from a brine aurochs he recently ate, and is waiting for the discomfort to pass.
Who knows the truth of the matter? Only the Father of the Exodus himself.
Art by the incredibly talented LuciaDracon.
Veeparlio
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