Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

She could sense Viggo sobering, and in some way, felt guilty for it. She didn't outwardly reply to his question, so Mordecai beat her to the punch, and suddenly, a cat none of them had known about was out of the bag.

If what Mordecai said was true (she could never be too cautious with unknowns), he was an Endore. Half an Endore, or a quarter, but an Endore nonetheless. If Ptarmigan had taken anything from her youth, it was respect for her own bloodline. At least, for the Endore part of it. Her mother had been a Takanami first, but Quail had disowned Rorschach long before she even reached sexual maturity. If either of them remembered the other half of themselves, they certainly didn't make it known.

“Which branch?” she asked, devoid now of her former animosity. She took a step toward Viggo, as though to brace herself against him somehow. Now that Mordecai knew who she was, it was possible he would think of her less as a monster and more as a wolf... But it was also possible he would find disappointment in her, and call her a shame to her family.