Wapun Meadow what does fury want me to do, swallow it?

The swarthy female spoke, insinuating that she did not like being stared at, especially by 'broody males'. Icarus cocked an eyebrow at that and ventured forward a few steps, blood red eyes staring cooly at her, but holding a hint of confusion. "You've got the wrong guy," he rumbled out with a cant of his head. "Not broody," he began and smiled humourlessly, "broken." His facial expression indicated that this was a joke, but his tone and the set of his jaw told of the seriousness he was trying to express.

Ica took another few steps forward, his face a mask of curiousity. "You're from a pack," he stated, but the way he said it made one think it was more of a question than anything else. "Bad?"