Moonspear Wake and pace the hall

She was taken aback by the words that slipped deliberately from the Moonspear wolf’s tongue. His face was stony, but her eyes widened slightly as she watched him, hiding nothing. She parted her lips as if to say something, then closed them again as she chewed over whether she should say anything at all and ruminated on the thoughts that struck her. Had Peregrine really ridiculed him? Did it matter to her? Why was the young leader divulging any of it? Surely a simple negative would have sufficed. In the end, Sassafras was no more certain of the answers than she was of whether or not she should have checked in with Moonspear to begin with.

The ground seemed shaky beneath her feet and her heart rate had risen, but she parted her lips to speak gently and purposefully with an unwavering voice. "Lazarus," she said with recognition in her tone, skipping over the thin well-wishes entirely. "Did you find him?" Truthfully, she hadn’t wanted to ask — she’d wanted to leave. Knowing that it was information she could not lightly pass up was the only thing that spurred her to inquire.