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Saarthal.

It seemed as though the seawolf had been very mistaken. Still, he listened to her as she explained the predicament she'd found herself in. It seemed as though she had created a family of her own with the two that were mentioned. Ford could tell that it was a sensitive subject for her, and it seemed that she was desperate to know if her Saarthal was safe. For a moment, the warhound felt foolish that he would have thought immediately of Dalia. Once she had finished speaking, it took him a long moment to gather himself and to compose an appropriate response.

“I apologize... it seems I thought you were talking about someone else,” he admitted to her, adopting a sincerity to his voice. The brute rose his mismatched gaze to the woman before him and he released a quiet sigh. Since having arrived, Ford had not seen another grey-coated wolf. “I would like to assist you as best as I can. How long has it been since you've seen this Saarthal?” he then ventured.