Stavanger Bay they caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride

For a moment the fur raised along his spine like a wild beast... and to her he was a beast in that moment, and her ears flattened shyly to her skull, unaware of what she had done wrong. Until she recalled that there was some woman out there, a similar looker of sorts, who had a great prize on her head. If only they had called her silver pelt, or yellow eyes... unfortunate for little Huā that blackhead was the popular moniker.

For a moment he seemed to ease up, but then be turned away from her, uninterested. Damn... that hurt, and she wasn't sure why. Being hated or liked, those were things she could deal with- but being completely ignored cut some part of her ego. W-wait, She called out frantically, the words slipping from her mouth before she could collect her thoughts. In a moment of dumb silence, she wondered if this man had ever been Ying's friend. Would he want to hear the bad news of her memory loss? Her dissapearance while pregnant? Would he bother to search if he knew? 

She doubted it. He was just another man dictated by his biology. 

She wanted to ask of Moonspear, but something in his scent seemed different... changed. More woodsy and less stony. Not a trace of Hydra. What had happened here? She could've sworn this man had been called the queen's brother. For him to up and leave seemed strange... or, she thought bitterly to herself, perhaps his memories of his true home had fled him just as they had Ying. You... you not with Moonspear anymore? She inquired awkwardly, gaze too uncomfortable to meet his if he turned back.