Gilded Bay a place in the sun

tachyon's ears pulled back as he deciphered the thinly veiled insult in the golden-hued wolf's words. he felt stung, and it showed on his countenance. with a slow roll the wolf retracted, his expression churlish as he considered how to best respond to such a deliberate amount of ostensible vagueness. at the same time, he had only been part of donnelaith a short time -- what if this very wolf was an old friend of lasher's, or pearl's?

it was this that saved goldhawk from any further accusation. visibly rumpled, tachyon walked away stiffly. "i see." for so much love to give, goldhawk sure didn't mind skipping on details that would assure tachyon he was not part of the band of pirates that had raided his home. tachyon was not about to torment his ego or the wolf any further, and with his nose to the ground the male started rummaging the snow for any scent of the rogues around them.