Sun Mote Copse Candy-colored fingers and schadenfreude eyes

The other wolf did not seem to notice Reyes' threat, or if he did he didn't comment on it. Maybe he agreed with it. Maybe Reyes had found someone to commiserate with for the first time in forever. 

They had other questions for him - basic stuff, veering the conversation away from Niamh even more, and Reyes let it happen. It wasn't useful to anyone if he dwelled too long on the crazy lady. The boy huffed; he idly rolled some of the dirt and grass back to where it'd started and patted it down, as if that would mend anything.

Yeah, I'm a fighter, more or less... My name is Reyes. He should think about diversifying his skills, he thought. It would be hard to figure out what else to focus on. And you? Should I call you Dr. Freckles or somethin'? The joke was a weak one, and he knew it. It was not satisfying on his tongue and he cringed - but stood there listening.