Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

*moves thread slightly forward in time to an undetermined point? XD*

You know that whole awkward shuffle foot, stare at the floor thing that's like stereotypical sort of embarrassed kid thing?  Mal sort of shifted to a subdued wolf-version of that.  He did look away, his ears twitched slightly back, but he was quite obviously trying to just be the totally cold-hearted twerp he often was (or pretended to be?) but couldn't entirely keep a cap on it.  He was very good about being loud and angry, not so much about everything else.  Probably why he didn't say anything in reply to her first statement directly.

He tried to refocus.  Trying I guess?  There's another guy from that pack, he agreed with me -- but his sister is around, and she acts like them so she hates me.  She'll probably make him leave. Again, matter of fact.  Ibis sure seemed like she was used to crying and getting her way, at least from Mal's perspective -- that was pretty much all she tried to do around him.  Hopefully Okeanos would see right through it.  He'd been out on some adventures or something a bunch so they had talked less than usual, which still wasn't much.  Who knew what Okeanos was really up to, but really there wasn't anyone else for Mal to count on in the first place.  Digging through the built in distrust wasn't exactly an overnight thing and there was still a whole heaping pile left at Okeanos' feet.