Ouch

Seth shifted with discomfort as he waited. Just standing here,his abuse body was starting to cramp up. He had walked much the length of a continent with major injuries atop a body already bestowed by nature with crippling deformities. Everything hurt.

So when the brightly colored stranger showed up, Seth's first thought was that he was hallucinating. He shook his head carefully and blinked, but the apparition didn't dissipate. It did in fact speak, though it's words seemed somewhat garbled. Not a hallucination, probably, but just a weirdly colored wolf.

And frankly Seth had no idea what she was talking about, or why she was showing a hostile manner. He would certainly have remembered meeting her before.

"Madam," he began. "I have no idea what you are talking about." His family that was brown and white? That could describe half the population! Brown and white? Did he even have any family that was brown and white? Andras had been brown with some white, but also black, and his distinctive markings and eyes didn't resemble Seth in the least. In fact, there were very few in his family that resembled Seth at all.

He did however resemble his mortal father's family quite heavily. Perhaps she was talking of one of them? It seemed unlikely though since he had never so much as met his father, deceased since before his cursed birth.

Another wolf appeared, and Seth dropped painfully to his belly, ears down submissively, a faint whimper driven from him at the jostling of broken ribs. He had years of practice abasing himself for Abraxas, and he had no pride tied up in showing submission to a mortal. It was just another tool in his survival toolkit, after all. "I came seeking to join your pack, sir, but your wolf seems to have mistaken me for someone else?" Wide green eyes moved back to the female, brows raised in polite, confused inquiry.