Rain, Sun, Wind and Snow

The little fox made it quite clear that she did indeed have some sort of death wish, admitting only minutes into their conversation that she had a habit of talking to animals that would've loved to eat her alive, literally. He narrowed his eyes softly, more in thought than ire. That was until she mentioned Fang.

It had been a long while since he'd given the hybrid any thought. He hadn't liked the man then and he didn't feel as though he would have cared for him were they to meet then either. "Fang is no longer with the Spire," he growled, unable to help his distaste from leaking into his voice.