long, hot summer

Rhythm was just another family member is Reveng's mind, they were all mostly the same. Mercy was the one who mattered, the only one he held loyalty to. (Though he knew that if Rhythm asked something of him he'd probably do whatever it was she wanted.) His parents were a disappointment and his uncle and his family were slaves in the very same pack he took up residence in. Kyarst's words would make him think but really he could only shrug in answer. Likely he would more heavily use his name, Kyarst seemed trustworthy enough to take his word.

Really Revenge might have sat there the rest of the day in the other's company. He had a long fuse and the darker Armada was far from annoying. He'd yet to really find someone who got on his nerves yet, though he'd hardly spent much time with the many pups that flooded Imperium. Except for Bellona. As Kyarst read his expression Revnge would find himself sighing, "Kind of." He'd try to find the other's gaze, "Your relatives. I met one of the pups, Bellona. I.." He'd lose his words for a moment, Revenge was never one to do well with his words in high emotion situations. He'd find himself looking away now. "I'm sorry for your loss." The boy had never really dealt with death before they'd lost the girl. He'd took the news pretty hard, he'd really liked the young girl.