Vitus' ears perked at the sound of his brother's voice, and if it weren't for the weight of the conversation to come on his shoulders he would have cast the calico warrior an apologetic glance. He'd find him later and apologize, it wasn't like he had the typical Kinsey look about him in any case. Too pale, too skinny, built for speed rather than the brute force of his dam's line. Ez..

The seer's eyes had always held a haunted look about them, a mind always sorting through things that may or may not be supernatural in nature, but now.... That haunting was a sadness, etched within those pale blue eyes as he took in his brother, how much he'd filled out since they had last seen eachother, how unburdened with knowledge he remained. Elli's dead his deep voice was quiet, sad, angry.

Mourning.

She fought a bear after it attacked one of Avon's young, she won but... his voice trailed off then, and he looked very much like the lost little boy that he was. The triplets never grew up with comfort, the north was too cold for that, their burdens and sorrows always shoved away again and again until they were ice.

He was tired of it, but he didn't know anything else.