Moonspear You can't be too careful anymore

Safety had never been a question in Dirge's thoughts. Even with all that had happened, he still felt in relative comfort within the borders. Had he been uncertain of this, knowing that those borders had more surveillance would have been most reassuring. Instead for him it was business as usual as he forged a path through newly fallen snow to see what had changed. Ever watchful and waiting for herds to come rolling between the narrow passes, his thoughts had not turned inward that day. Though what had happened was a definite tragedy, there was a disconnect between what it was and what it meant. He explored neither train of thought, instead leaving them ignored at their station.

As he slipped between errant stones along the varied terrain of the borders, all was quiet. This part of the forest was not entirely well known to him, but he was becoming familar quick; days ago it had been very near to a young doe tiring itself out for the last time. But even with the silence he was aware that he was not alone moments later as distant footfalls reached his ears. His ears fanned forward as his steps came to pause; his gaze searched his nearby surroundings for the source... which turned out to nothing more than a wolf. Not just any wolf, but yet another mirror image to Hydra. He had yet to find a way to tell them apart physically, but something instinctually told him this was neither Hydra nor Lyra. At least if he was wrong, he would discover such soon.

Making his way towards her, he studied her with an appraising eye. There was no need to draw attention to himself he thought, the crunch of cold snow would give him away if it hadn't already. "Care for company?" he inquired with his usual nonchalance. If she wanted to be alone, it would hardly offend him to continue about his way.