Shiney things, Sharp Things

Her reply of how she had no mate and her children were the product of rape brought his hairs to stand on end. How dare some male. Storm was too nice and had already had enough happen to her for this to have happened. But then again, his eyes moved to the skies and the formations about them. No blackjack. It was strange to not see him near her. They'd had a bond before storm left and he couldn't see any way the bird would leave her side. Perhaps he died protecting her. It wasn't hard for chinny to put the pieces together. 

He'd address the problem of that after he told her of his run in with tempest. He gave her a smile and aimed to sit beside storm, with his shoulder touching hers. "That was the child's name I do believe. She had clay's scent on her and some strange woman's as well. Left her with him, figured he'd be able to track her mom down better than me. Last I knew was they were headed to her home pack, though I'd guess your pack here isn't it?" it was rhetorical. He could guess the answer himself easily. 

He lowered himself to lay beside her then. He wouldn' be going anywhere until she had told him of the male. He owed his life to the and family and he'd not let one go on being assaulted without punishment for the attacker. Storm's family had fought for him to be free of his abusive mother. And to free him from her pack of monsters. His fur had grown thick through the years and the scars had faded but he knew they still existed. Mostly though they were mental and stained his heart. "I hate to bring up such painful memories storm but I cannot let the man go unpunished for his crime against you. Do you remember his scent or anything about him? He will not go on without pentence for harming you.... and blackjack as well." she had been hurt and there would be hell to pay. He knew what it was like to feel weak and abused and he'd be damned if she had to feel that feeling too. He was a knightly type in such ways and always had been.