well howdy-doo

Tyrian's eyebrows rose when he caught sight of what his brother was working on, but honestly he wasn't too surprised and he certainly didn't find the scene alarming. Canines though they may have been, no one liked coyotes. And his brother had been taking apart critters for as far back as Tyrian could remember. He was just surprised to find him doing that here, now. But, he mused sardonically to himself, any time could be dissection time if you had a body and an inkling.

"Hey." Casually, Tyrian circled around Alarr so he could sit across from him while his brother worked. This way he'd have an unobstructed view of Alarr's face should the topic Tyrian was about to present him with evoke an interesting reaction. Tyrian wanted to see it in all of its unveiled glory. "Oh," he said in an offhanded tone. "Nothing pressing. I just have a couple questions about Fireside's newest member. Says she knows you. Name's Pestilence?"