Buried Bones

Blood stained ears twitched slightly as the beast listened to Seifer and the bird. What was a vulture doing this far north anyway? Single amber gaze found the bird again, her return offer was only bones? Perhaps she could be useful in the future...then again, he couldn't trust her. Who was to say she couldn't or wouldn't work as a double agent. Were they to ask her to spy for his family, chances were she would spy for someone else as well if all she asked for were bones.

Her question about his markings were answered without thought. A simple smirk tugging at bleeding lips as he answered. "The blood of my enemies stains my pelt with each fight. Or kill." He had killed many loners in his travels, even pack wolves both in these lands and other lands during the two years he traveled. He eyed the vulture for a reaction, though didn't care if she reacted or not. Seifer would cut in then, an amused purr rumbling his chest, "Never mind that, bird. You have a deal, if all you want is bones then we can arrange that."

He glanced at the still bleeding wolf for a moment, knowing he was too prideful to ask for any help. Even if he were bleeding his brains out. "If you're going out for a snack, mind bringing back some herbs for my friend? He's in bad shape as you can see."