Raschen sighed heavily as he unbuckled his many harnesses and belts, settling them over hooks and emptying satchels into supply crates, ready to fill the following mornings. He stared quietly into the mirror his wardrobe/armory possessed, his eyes visibly reddened in the few faint tears he'd shed over his mother's scorn. His ears lay flat when he notes the door open and his once proclaimed lover  entering. His paws that had undone his loincloth stopped mid undress. He would stare to the floor.<br/><br/>"W-welcome back.." he muttered, his eyes into the mirror not turned toward her, his paws still frozen in undoing the sash of his loin cloth. The air that surrounded the Kuguar was so much colder than usual, his fur a piebald mix of his dusty red and ashy gray, representing full well his emotional clash of need and want. It was rather apparent he had received a similar lecture to her's.