Macabre had been in the same area as Ghoul when he went out hunting - it was further out from Habari, which wasn't terribly out of character, but he had an inkling there was more to the rose-pelted boy's adventures than just catching prey. Though he hadn't actually seen Ghoul and whoever else he was with, he was lingering a distance away, curiosity gnawing at his bones. He just wanted to know where his sibling was running off to - more frequently, it seemed, as their own spars and hang outs decreased. Still, his own travels were interrupted as he heard the sickening yowl of a very familiar wolf. Not familiar as in an old friend, of course, but a slave he'd been beaten by twice in spars. Utterly embarrassing. He was quick to travel towards the source, putting the dots together - his mother had freed Medusa recently. This couldn't be her, though, right? The little off-putting creature didn't have the spine to dare challenge his mother's pack, but as he approached the spectating crowd of wolves, he saw her. He grinned, teeth emerging in a curled, sickening grin - but not because he supported that little thing. It was a maddening smile, one hoping the ex-Seirim would be crushed into the dirt. As she deserved. What an ungrateful girl, being shown some ounce of mercy by the Seraphim only to crawl back and attempt this sorry show.
He scoffed under his breath, padding up next to his taller brother and briefly touching his shoulder to signal his presence beside him. He, too, was accustomed to a nocturnal schedule, luminescent silver eyes squinting in the threatening sunlight. This would be a fight to remember, but if there was even a chance of the skeletal woman winning, he'd gladly join Ghoul in the fray that would surely arise from it. But hopefully, Recluse would summon all her power to protect what was rightfully her pack.
”Speech” ’Thought’
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