Ankyra Sound I am the mask you wear

Wow, what the fuck, went Wylla's brain as the stranger's face morphed from discomfort into the biggest grin she had ever seen. She retreated a step or two, tucking her chin up along her throat and recoiling with a slow backward tug of her muscles. Her lips pursed and she threatened to show her teeth as Lycaon's personality did a complete 180 and suddenly he had his ass up in the air and was joyously calling her sister and being, in simple terms, a complete freak.

She knew Ingram well enough. She didn't think he would have fed some total stranger the false belief that he had a sister in the world, even if she was cruel enough to pull that sort of trick on someone. Ingram had never been cruel like her; in Lusca's words, he took after their "retard of a father". There was nothing wrong with that, but it lent some validity to Lycaon's words, and she drudged up a name from the deep recesses of her memory in an effort to seem as enthusiastic as he was, though she remained skittish of him as she asked, "your name's Lichen?"

She didn't know anything about him, but if he was truly her stolen brother, then he was as significant as Ingram. So she implored him at length to tell her everything that had occurred.