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Toxochelys offers another question, which causes Gavriel to look at him in silent question. What did he know about the Larksong wolves? He only makes the assumption he’d met with Thuringwethil already, who’d told him the ins and out, but the details he isn’t sure—but it’s enough that warrants a question worth asking—and so he returns his focus on the tiny wolf for answers to their question. It takes a moment, and the red canine stammers over his answer, and he’s not surprised by what he’s told. At least, not the first half.

“Cardinal? Hiram?” he growls in frustration. These words are new to him and he narrows his eyes as if they might bring more answers but they do little. “What happened to Reek?”

If there is a new leader to the grotto, then there's more to the situation than Gavriel anticipated. Perhaps the dark male had been overthrown and disposed of, which would make life easier for the Dragons, but a whole new set of problems become the potential and he feels a tension rise between his shoulders. He casts another look toward his companion, this time a little worried, but he freezes it and puts his paw down on the chest of the tiny wolf with a little pressure, demanding quick answers.