Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

He saw the man's brows furrow, and he wondered if he hadn't been quite subtle enough. He would have to work on that. This one was smarter than others he had come across. Twitching his tail, he put on a face of what others would call sorrow and aggravation, his ears dropping, his tail stilling against the snow. Making his voice tired, he paused as if he were contemplating telling, then spoke.
My...wife. We had a huge fight back home, and she had left in a snow storm. I found her once, but she wouldn't come back, said she needed time, so I dropped back and let her have her space, but I followed her scent here. To keep an eye on her..For protection, of course.
He huffed softly and shook his head as he shuffled his feet slightly. Inside, his black heart squeezed with anticipation. He had told the truth, but as always, he had twisted it. 'Some time'. She had said forever, but it wasn't much different. I know she won't like it when she finds out. She thinks she's strong, but she's...delicate...weak. I'm concerned about her. An almost concerned tone came into his voice. His mind thought quickly. This is what he would say if he actually cared...right? Looking up, he gave him a lopsided tired smile.