Neverwinter Forest they will turn your mouth into a city of curfews

Libeccio looks back at his sister as she speaks, and then to Kitsch, before returning his molten gaze to Ondine with a frown. The pale Alpha seemed kind—motherly, almost, but he didn't feel any pang of sympathy for her. Leading alone was unfortunate, but Libeccio wasn't the kind to care much about the woes of others. At the very least, the two of them (and Kitsch, whenever she recovered) could assist her as experienced pack members. "Both." He answered honestly with a sheepish twist of his already splayed ears. "Though we'd like to stay permanently if there is room for us. Join forces, and all that."