Wormwood slowly relaxed as Poet seemed to let the information slowly roll off of his shoulders without freaking out. He mumbled softly as he slowly scooted closer to his brother, pressing against him for warmth, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"He's... sweet, most of the time. To me, anyways. He's very quiet. Doesn't talk much, but he likes snuggling with me. He's a tiger, and we've spent a lot of time together. That's why I've been off on walks so much... but a few hours ago when I went out, I found out he was the one who took Sam... I screamed at him. I was upset. I'm still upset..."[/glow] He curled up slowly as he said this, his eyes clouding with tears.