"I think it's actually a moth..." Davvin muttered, pouting slightly, not that he'd let Tavis see. "All research points to it being some sort of tiger moth. All I can figure is whoever it belongs to is a complete oddball. Seriously, whose every heard of a moth as a mark?" He shook his head, chuckling slightly. He looked over to Tavis's hand, "Not that your mark is any better, bro. And at least I can hide mine."