Memories come and go

There was no retaliation from the stranger, only a feeble cough as the girl tried to clear her throat. Only upon creeping a tiny bit closer did he realized she was not entirely an intruder, and her words only confirmed that. She was Widow's daughter, Cryptis. And she sounded afraid, not at all a threat to Insomnia or any of its inhabitants, not unless she was a very convincing liar. A possibility, but unlikely, he concluded. It was something he'd keep in the back of his mind though. No one was to be trusted, not completely, even packmates and even those he had practically grown up with. Trusting simply wasn't worth it.

"Cryptis? Hm." Veigar considered it for a long while. "This isn't my spot. No need. I guess I just haven't met you before." His mind was spinning, stuck between distrust and worry that he may frightened Cryptis enough for her to complain to Widow, and if word got back that he was being unnecessarily aggressive to one of his peers... he wasn't sure he wanted that sort of attention. Laying low and going basically unnoticed had been his saving grace for so long, and he wanted to make his reintegration slow and deliberate. "I'm Veigar. You been around here this whole time?" His head was low, hoping she didn't notice the way his eyes were hazy and unfocused.