An angry growl escapes Rends' throat as his fists ball up.
"God damnit. I knew they was somethin' off about you recently. I thought you was jest shook up after the close calls in San Antone..."
He takes a couple of deep breaths, steadying himself. After a moment he looks to Mocks again, eyes furious.
"If I'd known that was why you wanted to see the Uktena so bad... DAMNIT!"
He punches a nearby tree, fingers cracking with the impact. He doesn't seem to notice.
"They wasn't any time though. We barely made it back in time as it is. We couldn't a' seen them and made it back 'afore the Talons. What about Walks with Spiders? Cain't she help? Hell, anyone? We got Theurges in the Nation as old and wise as any Uktena!"
He steadies himself again, then points a bent finger at Mocks the Night.
"At any rate you ain't givin' up that easy! I ain't gonna hear that shit. We'll find somethin' to help ya, if we have to find every single Theurge in the New World we'll find a fix. Hell, maybe once we kill Akna it'll end the curse?"
By the end he's almost more pleading, but determination is now evident on his face.