“I am alright.” She said, her small form all but vibrating with pique as she stepped closer to him and slid and arm under his leathery wings and around his back. She felt better having touched him, better to feel the very life flowing through his veins. Life that pulsed against her senses and slowly soothed her. “I am just pissed off.” 

She leaned her head against him, not bothered by the cool of the evening despite the fact that she wore just a shirt, he provided all the warmth she would need. She swallowed and tried to push back the taste of old wolf and wild from her tongue and was unsuccessful. She turned her head to the side and planted a soft, open mouthed kiss on his bare side, much preferring the brimstone, manly taste of his skin even over the richness of the old wolf’s blood. 

“I did not catch the Bastard.” She said and began to hold up the fistful of white fur when he spoke of Veti.

Veti. Veti had been hurt and she hadn’t known, she’d just run through the damn gate and not given it a thought. She had seen the blade in the crone, but she hadn’t thought it had entered Veti. She shook even as he explained to her that Veti was fine, that Thad had helped her. She was a terrible friend, terrible. But then they had each other and didn’t need her and while that didn’t absolve her from being a good friend it meant her failings as a friend weren’t as dire as they might have been. 

“I am a lousy friend sometimes Atticus.” She said looking up at him with grave, black eyes as she kissed at his side again, tasting him, promising him with the touch that she would be there for him if he wanted. “But I will do better. I thought only to try to catch the bastard and though I failed in that, I did manage to get this.”

She held up the gleaming fistful of white fur. It caught the moonlight and glowed with soft potential. She did not know too much about magic, but she had been around Max enough to know that such things were useful. At the least Veti could play bloodhound but more than likely Max could wiggle his fingers or something and use the fur to track the being on the other end. Or so Siya hoped, otherwise her abandonment of her friend, several times over would be for naught. 

“Do you think Thad will be able to do anything fun with it?”