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Wildfire's ears bent backward at the news that Dante and Osprey no longer lived among the sentinels. She wondered where they'd gone after leaving Donnelaith. For a split second, she wondered if they might have found their way to the caldera. But then she dismissed the thought nearly out of hand. It didn't make sense, logistically or temporally.

In any event, Emaleth's mention of Lasher snared Wildfire's attention anew. "Lasher as in Taltos?" she asked, eyes brightening. "How—" she began to ask when a little red flag began waving in her head. If her father was dead and Lasher was her father, that meant Lasher was dead. Wildfire swallowed, deciding against probing there.

Thinking over Emaleth's last few words, the Bandrona barked out a hollow laugh. "It won't get much fresher than this," she replied, sweeping out a foreleg to indicate the newness of their claim. "But I know what you mean, Emaleth. Let me call @Thuringwethil for you, as it's her decision." Without further delay, the Bandrona raised her smudged snout into the wintry air and summoned the commander.