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Her lips parted, anxiety ratcheting up a few notches as she prepared to tell Deirdre she didn't know the first thing about the moon. But then a thought occurred to her: perhaps her mother could help? Harlyn was a very intelligent wolf, not to mention very attuned to the natural world. Spur was suddenly sure that when she told her about this—and she would offer up every last detail to her dam—she would know exactly when to return. Perhaps she would even come with Larkspur and bring along the boys as well. Perhaps it would be a family reunion, if Deirdre's spell worked.

Hope blossoming in her chest, the child nodded. "Okay," she said simply in response to it all. Deirdre hadn't said it out loud, yet Larkspur sensed that it was time to part ways. It probably was best to return, especially now that she had some sort of lead on Mordecai. She didn't want her family to worry (unaware that they probably doing just that right this very moment). "Thank you," she added shyly, hovering awkwardly, not entirely certain this was goodbye and waiting for an official cue from her new friend.