What... still here?

He nodded his head at that, still standing in the frame of the door. The wind swishing the rain through the parts of his coat that it could reach. The sound of hammering against the roof of her cozy den gave ambience, more then drowning out their conversation.

His little fisher looked... miserable. His mouth twisted downwards. He thought of Malalia. Her disappearance was a mystery he would never solve. Hana had been there for the consequence of that. He had seen how the missing girl had torn through the pack. Now she sought to leave in the same way? To become an unknown sore in his heart, always wondering if she was dead or why she had left.

"Alright then," he said, breaking the silence he had created. "But you've hurt those that love you, you've broken my laws. What are you going to do about it?"