Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

ash. "like tree," yikaas mumbled in amusement to himself. ears flicked to hear; the other man was awake.

he glanced between them, eyes narrowing, then turned toward the male. "you speak yet? or —" and a low sound accompanied a paw's touch to his own head as he regarded the girl again.

"bad hurt. i fix," yikaas explained, but not why he had struck her down as well.