The rain boy's approach is met with a hard cutting gaze. Sanguineous eyes meet ice. A hunger lurks within, one that Caan cannot immediately place. Thin, the girl certainly was, but she was not starved. Caan lifts his chin, enlarging his presence as he stole the distance she made from him.

One of you. Was.

Muradoii... He repeated, eyes narrowing as he assessed her brief introduction. Your mother no longer marches with the Saastine.

Sivaak. A woman the boy only knew sparingly through name. The Muradoii woman weaned his littermate, in turn making this girl his brother's milk sibling, but not his own. Neither did Sivaak formalize her bond with his father. No children born between them, and his father was open in his tailing after Iglux̂. What would the crying wind woman think of the Muradoii girl?

If you're looking for your mother, she is not here. The words that fall from his mouth are cold, but somewhere Caan finds a small similarity between himself and Cetseni. He tucks that piece away, close to his chest as though folded under several layers of clothes.

You follow us for our scraps, I presume?