Peter's own name was something out of a storybook, really. Who hadn't heard of the tale of the little hunter by the same name who'd gone after the big bad wolf? Maybe his father found some quaint irony in it - Peter, the Wolf, as opposed to Peter & the Wolf. A story by that name should have a happier ending for everyone, he supposed. Maybe that's what he was trying to do: change the idea of the story. It wasn't something a lot of people got to think about; very few outside either side of his family knew who and what he really was, save for people like Freddie.

But Freddie was a name he was trying not to think about. He still felt confused and heartbroken at the knowledge his sister had passed on, in their fateful encounter, right here in Exsilium.

A tilt of his head followed both questions, trying to ignore the presence of the monster, or at least consider it harmless, for now. Its master seemed that way. The he nodded once more, clumsily, almost a comedic imitation of the human gesture. Yes, he was searching for food, hopefully in the shape of a living critter with fresh meat he could digest.