Adamion betrays more emotion than Ava has yet, as a bemused girl curls his lips.  His eyes continue to trace a circuit of fire between Fern and Miaren, as he crosses his arms to settle into surveying the scene.  His hounds, their beechwood and towering bodies drawing to a posture of tight attention, flank him, heaving from the run, nipples fiercely hard and sexes pungently moist.<br/><br/><strong>"You seem to have quite the pair there."</strong>Adamion says, pointing from Fern to Miaren.<strong>"One wolf and one lamb.  Tell me, is the little one even a hound?  Or is she just your pet?"<br/><br/>His gaze drifts; his features drift in sober interest.  Adamion stares directly at Fern's sex, as though trying to notice every detail of condition, shape and care.  He stares fixedly.<br/><br/>"And what is your name, brother?"</strong>His words almost seem absent, but there is nothing about him that could seem aloof.