As always, she reacted to his scars and monster-like appearance similar to all the rest. She was still young, he noticed, and maintained her stability despite the onslaught of his gruesome war prizes; he had an appreciation for such behavior, though the cyclops chose it best to keep it unsaid. His expression remain unchanged, a distinct and unimpressed scowl heavying his features, and the brute tipped his nose to peer down at her analytically.
"Zazkex," he muttered, only then recognizing her pelt as snow-white as familiar. He couldn't recall if his packmate had blue eyes, however; it had been quite some time since he had seen much of Pendzez, though the male had been dwindling in the ranks and showing his face less often. The cyclops couldn't assume why. "You're related to Pendzez, then. That name is too unique for it to be coincidence. His sister, I assume?" The brute recalled him speaking of a sister at one point in time, but Jefferson was sure the two had already met up and his name would not bring about much alarm. "What are you looking for?"
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