"Mm," Draco hums absently, flicking a single ear back as if to catch a noise behind them. He peers blankly down at the cowering thing, wondering if it will run or try to maul them if he frees it.
"What could you have possibly wanted it to be?" the demon growls, baring the sharp edges of his fangs. It's not a hellhound, nor a wolf; and it's not a hyena or a simple dog, no. Too twisted and deranged to be any one of those things. Whatever it was, it was purely Beqanna, and Draco doesn't even try to understand why she would want it coaxed out to attack her.
When the creature pisses itself, Draco scoffs in disgust and releases it from his fear. He takes several steps back and grunts as the once furious thing sprints away while whimpering. The demon lazily casts his gaze over to Morgayne, to the focused way she cleans herself.
"How'd you know I was following you?" he huffs, stepping closer to inspect the way her wound folds itself back together. He sniffs at it, feeling his lips curl back instinctively from the stench of fresh, flowing blood. "Shouldn't you be with the twins?" he adds after a moment of thought, collecting little snippets of them out of her head. It only makes sense that she'd end up with his strangest pair of brothers, he thinks; and it surprises him that they're not together.
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