oh brother, where art thou?

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"Speech!"

Mac's lips twitched into some form of a smile, his seeing eye scanning his brother's broken body. His limbs had clearly been fixed up in some manner, not just left to heal in twisted, swkward angles. He was a tad puzzled as to why Medusa, of all wolves, would ever help the children of a family that kept her as a slave all this time. Until recently, of course, when shit hit the fan. He attempted to sit down near Ghoul's head, glancing behind him to find a generous pile of moss and some furs Medusa had likely left behind for him. He aimed to gently help Ghoul prop her head up by placing a bundle of fur and moss beneath him, hopefully allowing him to see Macabre fully without moving around too much. "There. Now you can see me, and you don't have to talk to the ground." His smile curled up more, and though it was wickedly twisted, it meant nothing but care for his closest sibling. He noticed the dire boy's eyes misting with tears threatening to overflow, but his own eye held nothing - it was his usual unfeeling, yet all the while holding some form of care for Ghoul. He wasn't totally apathetic when it came to his family. Hoping the pillow he'd made would make his brother more comfortable, a steady pause hung in the air before Mac let out a series of chest-rattling coughs, sniffing as he wiped his nose with one forepaw and nodded gingerly towards Ghoul's broken limbs. All four of them. Yikes. "What happened to you? It wasn't that moldy-looking dude who broke my leg, was it?"