Animus wasn't sure what he had hoped to gain from throwing this concern in the open, but cold indifference wasn't it. He recoils as an animal would from a sudden noise, a look of pain flashing in his eyes.
After a long moment, the Thyrsus finally manages to find his voice. "When I left everything behind to come here, when everyone I cared about disappeared around me, Guards-the-Pack was the only companion, the only friend, that remained to me. The familiar bond is no light thing. Please do not dismiss it so casually."
When he meets West's gaze, there is an impression, ever so faint, that perhaps a wolf looks out of those eyes.