You made this? I made this.

Tyrian stiffened when Pestilence mentioned the pup was from Ashen. Immediately his mind was filled with thoughts of thievery and retaliation, and he had to fight to keep an open mind. His efforts to treat Pestilence fairly and give her the benefit of the doubt couldn't completely silence his misgivings so even while he listened in the back of his mind Tyrian continued to try to untangle a suitable course of action to deal with kidnapping. He couldn't help it; it was a possible problem until proven otherwise and as a self-identified problem-solver Tyrian was unable to cast away a scenario until it was thoroughly debunked.

The brief trip down monkey raising lane confused him, as did the pause that accompanied that gem, but in the end there was little more he could besides file it under 'ah, that makes sense' in his head and abandon trying to look too deeply into in this moment. That seemed like the sort of thing he'd tease Alarr about later if his suspicions proved true. From the monkey statement Pestilence finally hit the meat and potatoes part of the story. Tyrian was quiet as he considered this information. "Abraxas?" He knew of those wolves. Valentine had told him a pair of funny stories about that family to instill his son with an understanding for their extremist beliefs and how it pushed them to be unabashedly absurd, and thus potentially dangerous. "I thought you were a Klein."

He pursed his lips and sighed. "I understand why, but you must know you are potentially putting Fireside in a bad spot." Knowing this might take awhile to sort though, Tyrian sat down. "Talk me through this, eh? How do you believe your sister would react if she ever found out about her daughter? Hm, and what is your sister's standing in the pack?" Please let her not be the fucking queen.