Ankyra Sound bleary will, barely still

she was only scantily informed on the reason for the brother's parting -- as lycaon wilted beneath her like a flower held too close to heat she felt something akin to compassion -- or really, the closest thing to compassion her cold heart would ever feel. he looked genuinely wretched, a soul derived of its other (and perhaps more gregarious) half.

compelled to reassure him but lacking the empathy to to do, she simply hunched over him like a slavering hyena as he worked himself into hysteria. her long ears pulled to the top of her narrow skull and she tilted her head sidelong as he failed to complete his sentence. "like who?" she inquired somewhat obtusely, realizing now that she did not know the details at all for their unamicable split. "what are you talking about?"