Andrew takes his time shifting back to human form. His grey fur weaving into a ripped and stained shirt. His tail disappears into the belt of his worn jeans. He listens for a moment to the Vincent's conversation and smile sto himself. Mother has birthed a brother. Such an occasion should be celebrated.
He turns and answers Matthew with a nod. [color=white:x3nujw9p]"Yes, each night Mother rose and lead me onward. I am but her servant. My mentor taught me the ways of a wanderer, but no wolf should stand alone." Andrew pauses a and runs a dirty hand along the jagged red line across neck. "Some wounds are quick to heal, others require a lifetime of endurance." At this he narrows his eyes on Mateo. "Of wounds, what has happened here in Sacramento to make the Spirit Shadow so vacant?" He tilts his head in a dog like fashion.[/color:x3nujw9p]