Wapun Meadow looking to fight, smoking a blunt and a pipe

The show of teeth from the other was brief, but it was enough to set Astyanax's fur on edge as he took a cautious step back. He had learned many a time that a flash of fangs almost always preceded an attack, yet for some reason, this time the woman pauses. The anger is still there though, bubbling just below inquiring words.

The boy understood more now, enough that he could comprehend the stranger's question. He shook his head a little, before answering in a monotonous tone, "dead." Well, one was. As for their father's fate, perhaps he and Karst would never come to know. Or maybe she was asking after their guardian? He released a soft, thoughtful hum, before adding, "mm...not here."