[ It's kind of weird to hear Halcyon's answer come from Iod, even though Iod is very clearly more interested in Hunterd. Wyatt glances between them, before focusing on Halcyon. ]

That sounds kinda messed up, man, I gotta be honest. I mean, I got a pack, but I ain't anyone's hunting dog.

[ Which is why it's messed up. No one should have that kind of life. Wyatt lifts his chin. ]

I'm a werewolf. Did your goddess send you here? [ A glance at their daemons. ] Jesus, Hunterd, give her a break, will you?

[ Hunterd's ears flick back and bows his head to nudge at Iod a bit. He snuffles her. He'll behave, maybe. ]