Silver Moraine tell me, mockingbird

faust listens, but his face darkens with every word. his jaw tightens, the muscle in his cheek twitching as the man speaks. tried to drown her. his stomach twists at the thought, at the cruelty of it.
his growl rumbles low, threatening.
he is a wanted man, he confirms, voice rough. his eyes burn with something sharp, something cold. tell your moonwoman that we have something in common, then.
allyship. the word lingers, but he isn't sure it's worth it. moonglow is far south, too far to be of use in the battles that may come. still, knowing they share an enemy—it has its value.
he exhales sharply, like he's trying to rid himself of the sour taste in his mouth. we do not hunt him yet, he admits. but he has made himself my enemy, too. and that, he knows, will not go unanswered forever.