Mount Apikuni it's burning you alive

His singular ear twitched lightly, perhaps the only indication that he had noticed the change in the tone of her voice; the clearing of her throat and the quick return to normalcy confirmed it, though Haunter couldn't fathom why this had happened. Despite having caught her looking, he hadn't exactly seen it as such, oblivious to social cues as usual.

She had no family, besides her pack, which was well enough to Haunter, because he felt as if he were in the same proverbial boat as Xi'nuata; except, though he felt a sense of duty towards the Creek, he didn't consider them or anyone else his family. The inky phantom didn't know that she felt that family was a sort of stigma—just as he did—but the knowledge wouldn't likely have made him feel closer to her in any way (though now he might admit that he felt slightly relaxed in her presence.) He expected her to return the question, so shook his head immediately when she asked.

"My birth-family was unkind to me at a young age and I've never taken a mate, nor had any pups," he admitted, suddenly aware that this was the most detail he'd spoken about himself since arriving in Teekon. He wondered if his willingness to share was attributed to the fact that he didn't see or have the threat of seeing Xi'nuata daily. He shook off the thought, peering over the plains once more. "Family has never been important to me."