02-08-2016, 05:09 PM
Jeb said the little thing was a tiny friend of his and he was working on making it a medic at best. A crooked smile was showing on Mora, while Luce was bug-eyed and hiding, if that could be called that at all, from the "friend" behind the stools. "I'm Mora. That overgrown pup down there is Luceundi, but you can call him Luce." As the newcomer came in though, her question was whisked away without any answers because he stomped in. But just in case he was doing thesame as her, the white wolf changer tilted her head. "We were just talking about where a crimson scarf-wearing scoundrel might be at. I'm going to get back at him for what he had those demons do, but first, I need to know where he is currently." The Fang of the Wolf was held to the side of her face to tell that she was going to maim him, almost kill him, and leave him for his friends to try and save. Just like what Iron Pack did to Meeko, the pack jester.