Emberwood time traveler

At another time, Figment may have smiled at his sister's jest. Not even a hint of one touched his eyes, though, as he stared at the stranger. She continued to show only friendliness, introducing herself with a lighthearted smile and a jumping-on-the-bandwagon tease about his name. The name didn't bother him, but still, he was stone.

"What are you?" Fig asked, bluntly ignoring the banter, tensing again as though calling her out on being different would prompt her to suddenly change into an even more horrible, violent creature that would attack them in an instant, "You are no wolf that I've ever seen. You're not like anything I've ever seen." Not entirely true, but he wasn't interested in clarifying his experience.