Bramblepoint The hunter becomes the hunted.

Blackfeather Woods was close. They could move swiftly through the surrounding area, combing for this Lazarus. Whatever he did to warrant such a search effort by the pack must have been dastardly, even if they weren't content with him just falling off of a mountain. She thought for a moment, wondering if Charon would even bother to make a contract with the Dark Brotherhood, or if she should even try in the first place.

I can help. She began, I'm not much of a tracker, but there are some in my pack that could help; my brother especially. Cicero met many a person and had many resources. Even if he was not willing to come, it would be a good experience for one of the others; Xan perhaps. Maybe I can convince one or two of them to help.