It wasn't really a secret, the scentlessness, but he also did not speak of it unless he felt he had to. He does not feel this need here and now, however. He does not often feel the need to speak of what makes him smell like no gender at all. It was his burden to bare and he bore it alone. At least, he did now. There were no parents left to think on it and mourn or be disdainful, and that was freeing enough as it was. Sure, he had killed the one parent to end his own suffering from all that had occured from being seen as worthless, but maybe that was how the bloodline went. His half-sister betrayed their mother to death, after all.

The family was riddled with secrets, and there were always more to behold. For that very same half-sister who gave their mother over to death also bore children to Mockingbird's father. Quite the messed up situation, and Mockingbird seethed over it. How could his father sleep with the thing that sent their mother to death? How dare he have done it! But Cobryn was dead and Mockingbird could not fix what was long gone. He did not have the interest to purge the halfblood creatures from the lands, and didn't even know who they were to begin with. It would be a near hopeless mission and Mockingbird doesn't care.

He had given her a warning, but he could see the laughter in her eyes. Mockingbird was not amused. "They won't care. For some of them it's a mental problem, and wolf meat is still wolf meat. Stringy or not." There, let her stir that around in her head for a moment. When she met one of them, she might be less amused. Of course he wouldn't tell her how connected he was to them, or that he, too, practised the bloodline's cravings before. As for the other words, Mockingbird sighed. Judila. "It was the pack of my birth. I was the prince there, my parents the Queen and King. It seems so long ago." All dead and gone.

The words 'welcome back' just sounded funny to him, and he did not speak on it. He very much doubted he was welcome, but that part did not matter much to him. Not a lot did anymore, as it was. Where was she. This was what she was asking him, and Mockingbird glanced around and then back. "Moladion. Specifically, Enocra Woodland. In my day, it had been called Indarus Thicket, though it stretches over what was also Jasperas Lake. The meteor changed much here." And that was all he really had to say on the matter, giving quite a good deal more information than she probably cared to hear.