Moonspear fear is the hand that pulls your strings

Of all the things that had been imparted to him from Hydra, he had been unaware that another sibling of hers had gone astray. His surprise was only slightly masked but he thought little of it—likely that it was too sensitive of a topic to just come up in ordinary conversation, given their usual banter. Instead he let sympathy cross his features by way of his ears folding back; his gaze skirted along the ground at their feet to follow.

"That is unfortunate to hear," he offered. However long ago Yami had gone missing was another story altogether, but he did not pursue the details. Another tidbit to tease out for another time. Instead it was Nyx that crossed his mind here, the thought fast at the heels of wondering whether or not Yami was as old as her siblings now to have survived. Perhaps winter would be kind enough to them both to grant them a lucky reprieve.

"It would seem the year has not been kind to you in more than one way as well," he went on. "More trouble at the borders?" His attention had returned to the grizzled leader, a faint gesture to the scars that littered his face in full. The inquiry seemed to have a likely answer in his eyes, given what he knew of Moonspear's history, and Dirge all but asked if the two were in some connection.