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The mountains were vast, but this tid-bit of information was certainly a start. He was a sponge, drinking in every bit of information he could get from the woman in case he wanted to see her again -- to engage in her sordid, sinful embrace again. When the time came, he would seek her out again, but first he had to find his children; his mission, even now, was not far from his mind. He shelved the information she gave him away for a later date.

She went on, posing the same question in return. There was some apprehension in relinquishing the location of the grotto. What would the faithful think of him if they learned of his sin? His actions were between himself and Raas, believed the Cardinal. She was and would be his secret. Raas would surely forgive, just as he had forgiven him before. Slowly, he gave her an answer.

"Not too far," he returned, intent on giving her the location of his grotto. It was a risk he was willing to take. "My home is a little less than a day's travel from here if you go straight there." Drawing his gaze away from the woman's face, he made a northward motion with his muzzle. "North," he spoke. "My grotto lies between a glacier and fire-swept mountain."

"You should come by sometime," he invited. Perhaps it wouldn't rouse suspicion if the grotto wolves believed her to be a long time friend. "The lake is beautiful this time of year."