Despite their best efforts, Red and Gray shared a look as she revealed her name to them. There was a sorrowful draw to Gray's brow, and gave a small nod, understanding.<i>Master.  Furious. Saved. </i>Every word was coded to both of them in a language they understood too well, and her name was far too coincidental to remain as such. She was one of the Taken; enslaved by those who claimed to walk in the ways of the Light, but whose hearts were twisted and dark with a hatred for those that were not like them, or that they could not control.<br/><br/>Gray's ears, still very wolf-like atop his head, flicked and pinned back, and he looked down. Red placed a hand on his shoulder and offered another smile, this one a touch more gentle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Gray here is one of the finest werewolves I've ever come across. He's always got the interest of others in mind over himself,"</span>Red told her, a swell of pride to his words.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I'm not sure what exactly he did, but I know he'd do it again in a heartbeat. He's risked a lot more for people he hasn't even met."</span>Red gave Gray's shoulder a squeeze so he would look up again. The wolf seemed to have lost himself in thought for a moment, but was at attention again, looking between them as they spoke.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"That being said, it's nice to meet you, Faun. You can call me Red. It's a lot easier than trying to speak my given name."</span>The Shadowling folded their arms, leaning against Gray with a snort.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You seem to be in a rush. Where are you headed?"</span>