Moonspear What a tangled web we weave

His ears flicked back at her response, clearly not pleased with it, his expression scrunching in distaste for the name given to her. You are not, he responded firmly, his voice still low. He didn't really want to voice his opinion on the name, in case someone was listening. Then again, maybe she was smart to respond that way. His expression smoothed once more. He knew, and she should, too, that any act of defiance on her part could mean death. Any on his part would result in a punishment far less worse than hers. 

He sighed. Where are you from? he asked then. Charon had only given her a name, not a new background. Would she answer straight up, or skirt around the question? He would not push her to answer, however, knowing from experience how much anxiety that could cause a wolf who didn't want to divulge information.