The Heartwood You bring out the worst in me

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He almost laughed at her comment. He did like what he saw, interesting patterns adorned her body. He gave a curt nod in affirmation to the proximity of the pack and an inclination of a head to gesture her markings.
"Interesting."
 He didn't look for anyone, but now he'd found his sister he didn't know what to do.
Build her empire, s'pose.

His thought over what she was asking. Turning the words over to find the meaning and to assemble a reply. He slowly sat, not feeling threatened by anything; his ears still flicked to and fro.
"Family." He replied heartbeats later, hoping that was what she was looking for. "Sister is family." Unnessicary words. He didn't need to speak them but... his voice was becoming less raspy the more he spoke. The gravelly tone fading out to clear the way for a softer stream. Rich like a fine pine scent. He spoke again, "Living in the Weald, north."
He sighed heavily for that was the most words he'd ever spoken to one person at a time. He let a smile twitch his lips.