Phantom Hollow i know you must know it now -- my organs have stoned

he fell silent after his quip, studying the brand of dried blood that clotted the male's white forehead. idly, he wondered -- no, hoped -- if it was wolf blood. any other creature's mark upon the stranger was somehow less exciting.

he licked his lips at the mention of his mother, his gaze flickering darkly away. he was not fond of thinking of her anymore, and added no comment to buffalo's mention of her. he supplied an answer to the male's query, however - his voice as dull and flat of affect as his eyes: "looking for food." a boring answer, but iliksis was still trying to figure out this male; whether he was dangerous, whether he was a potential victim, or whether he was better off leaving this male's company entirely.