Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

Floki's eyes narrowed. Getting more information from the she-wolf was like pulling teeth; she accused the Moonspear wolves of withholding details from her, but they had provided her with plenty. If she wanted a play-by-play of what had transpired between the Alphas and Lazarus, she wasn't going to get it -- and what would be the point, anyway? It had happened, and now they were seeking revenge.

He shot a frustrated glance in Charon's direction, though his ears turned towards her when she did finally indicate that Lazarus had passed away. He felt a simultaneous burst of relief and disappointment -- although he was glad that Amekaze's attacker was dead, he regretted that Charon hadn't been able to end his life with his own teeth. The female obliged Charon's request, leading the three wolves to see the body for themselves.

It was a short journey, and when they came to a halt Floki found himself staring down at the mangled corpse of Lazarus. He wrinkled his lip, wondering what Charon's recourse would be.