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The prone she-wolf turned her head as the darkest of the trio came forward with a request. No, a command. This must indeed be Eske's vaunted Commander. Thuringwethil commanded a respectable amount of authority. Even Ceres, who was not yet beholden to the aggressive pack wolves, felt the weight of it settle on her mantle. "Yes, madame," she agreed readily.

What need they had for knowledge on this pack, she didn't bother to ask. The old wolf knew she wasn't likely to be told anyway, based on the secrecy with which they conducted themselves thus far. She remained still on the ground, but rolled her vision up to Thuringwethil's chin and asked, as politely as she could, "may I have permission to go?"

Once it was given, she rose and left on her mission.