09-12-2008, 08:08 PM
Grayson observed the half-blood passively with flat, sunken eyes. The only response to the other's language was a tightening of the lips. Of course, it was the intruder's parents who were at fault, not the intruder himself. He had not chosen to be born carrying diseased coyote blood, and it was not Grayson's place to turn his nose at a questionable family, his own being far from pleasant. The stranger was an embodiment of filth...but he would not let that bother him. "I do not blame you," Gray said, as if the hybrid should be thankful for this piece of information. A fly buzzed around his ear before landing...and the ear remained still, letting the dirty insect crawl and taste. "May I ask after your purpose here?" he inquired calmly, fingers regardless stiffening around the staff. Had it been another night, Grayson might have charged the wanderer without preamble, but it was, fortunately, not such a night.