Silver Moraine he's got an everloving bone to pick with one and all

indra was too intensely awaiting an answer to notice that tezcacoatl might have entertained the idea of laughing. in truth, her question was insulting -- yet it was not intended so. the beta simply had to know with certainty that he had not been mistaken.

he had not.

a quiet expression overtakes her, deep and contemplative as he lists off the girl's features, and finally a name. there was a thick notch in her throat with scratched with dry fevor; indra swallowed and the sensation did not go away. "why was she alone? was she stolen? who are these wolves -- did they mention puppies missing?" each question was fired rapidly, and realizing the barrage she had thrust upon the stranger, indra's mouth shut with a clap.