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When she finally bid him farewell and trotted off, Vlad felt a little dejected. He rarely spent time on wolves that weren't a potential recruit, and it had been rather nice to be on the receiving end of questions asked without any ulterior motive. He watched Wildfire go, noting the direction for future use. Perhaps he would pay this Moonspear a visit one day, when winter had run its course and he was a free wolf once more. They could visit the Mire then, and sample the fetid swamp's suprisingly well-rounded menu of creatures.

When the dhole-wolf eventually dropped out of view, Vlad turned east. He had been gone from the Sound long enough, and it was time to rally the troops for a hunt.