Phoenix Maplewood i'll wind up working in the thick of it

With the weight of the truth off his chest, Phoenix resumed some semblance of steadiness. He stood quite still and watched her almost dolefully as she absorbed the news of his parentage. "I mean, if you're who you say you are, then yeah, we're definitely related," the wolf shrugged, resolving bit-by-bit to a level temperance, even as his half-sister faced an emotional maelstrom. Indra fit the description as far as he was concerned, although he wondered now why neither Saena or Warbone had ever mentioned her lack of a tail— a detail that maybe would have made him certain of his find from the beginning. He didn't mention it. 

"We only share a mom, though," he expounded. "My father's name is Arkham. He knew you, when you were younger— maybe around my age— but said he never got the chance to meet Laurel."