Seas The Day!

Mask listened quietly as the former alpha spoke of the Abraxas. "Certainly they do sound formidable enemies," he offered when Dragon cautioned him. He tilted his head to the side, his gaze sliding absently to each of the three. "I think, however, I have somewhat less to be concerned about with them than you might imagine." Perhaps an enigmatic statement, but Mask knew that he had more in common with the dangerous family of would-be gods than he did with his own pack. If worse came to worse, he had considerably fewer qualms about allying himself with villains and fiends than Regulus, or indeed most of the alphas he'd known of here. It troubled him, a little, to have that reminder of how little his alpha knew of who he really was, and he wondered, a little, how Regulus and Dragon alike would react to an unabridged retelling of his life with the cosca.

He smiled pleasantly at the trio, though one at least would not be aware of the expression. "The warning is greatly appreciated, signor. I shall tread lightly around any bearing that name. And you, Dragon, what do you plan to do now that they have taken your home from you? Surely Talis is not dead?" His voice was mild as he asked the question, mostly because he'd asked out of politeness rather than any pressing need to know. If Regulus had been in a burning need to know Talis' fate, no doubt he'd have sent someone to find out, but as far as he knew the alpha had not, so as far as Mask was concerned it didn't matter what the answer was.