Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

Mawk kept an amber eye upon this dark male, his spine prickling with uncertainty. He was wary, even more so - perhaps simply for the wellbeing of this runaway woman, for the man seemed to be someone you would not want to get caught up with. "In her state?" He inquired, tilting his head as if to be ignorant of the hidden dangers this wolf seemed to present. The Delta was connecting the dots, perhaps making assumptions he should not, but either way this was a story he wished to participate in if only to help the girl. 

Onyx Moralez. The last name meant nothing to him, but the first struck a chord in his heart and caused him to bite the inside of his cheek. This was a different Onyx, right? Not his dear sister? No, she did not claim the last name of Moralez. Or did she? He supposed that was not something they had discussed, though Onyx had made no mention of having a mate. In fact... if she was the runaway woman, looking for escape from the dark man, then of course she would not mention him. She would not want to draw attention to herself. Oh. He desperately hoped it was not her.

"I don't believe so, though I could have met her without knowing her name. What does she look like?" Mawk inquired cooly, hoping for a description. He'd have to take a few risks and pry a bit further to discover what he could, but it was still likely it wasn't Onyx Saefyn. Right?