Moonspear wilding like that coyote

They moved along seamlessly, the borders quiet in their trek. Dirge kept his eyes forward, his gilded gaze scanning over loose stone as they passed through a rocky bout of terrain. The forest still offered its protection, though it also extended to whatever else may have lurked just beyond perception. These things he rarely gave thought; his confidence and company would only further supplement safety here.

"Time will tell I suspect, though it's a fair journey out to where they've been roaming. I've wasted the better part of a couple of days tracking them to come back empty handed," and as it were, one wolf could not dictate the direction of a herd. There was safety in numbers also. "Charon tells me they sometimes hug the forests here as well." That had yet to be seen, but he had been working a quadrant at a time. Where tracking bored him at times, exploration had whet his palette.

"Perhaps your spouse should join Hydra and I the next time we take a jaunt after some game together. More hunters make for better quarry so they say." It was then his gaze travelled to capture Rannoch's visage briefly as though it was an encouraging venture. Always paid to appease the higher ups.