Cassiopeia's View Jibbering, howling and chants in long dead languages

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It was always a joy to find a wolf with whom he could converse with in his native language, though his delight was overlooked on this particular occasion. Dacio, despite all the bitterness he harboured for Vercingetorix having abandoned their kru, could not find it in him to wish a similar fate to befall his offspring. His concern for Dragomir and Isilmë, children he had not known at all, had been clear in his own desire to be sure of their safety.

He nodded his head in response to Dragomir's curiosities regarding the friendship he shared with Praimfaya. "The black-headed witch believed her to be Vercingetorix' daughter some weeks ago," he offered of Praimfaya, of her very real worry over the cubs who she considered friends. Dacio shifted his weight then, daring to step a few strides closer on tentative paws. He inhaled deep the scent of him, able to pair it with those of Hydra and her wolves from the mist. Had Moonspear been hiding the boy and his littermate, failing to share their location despite how his young Worlida ached to know? 

He twitched a whisker, acknowledging the beginnings of inner frustration before he reminded himself of the true threat out there. To shield Verx' son and daughter was necessary, even from those dear to them. If such valuable information were to be dangled before the snout of their common enemy, it could be catastrophic. He probably would've done likewise, should he have found himself in their position.

More troubling, Dragomir went on to share that his sibling had gone missing. Dacio lifted his tall ears briefly before splaying them backward, shocked to hear such news despite an ongoing hunt for the coywolf who sought her. He frowned deeply, wondering how she would have managed to vanish from the mountain pack that vowed to protect her.

"That is worrying," he observed, considering how Blackhead continued to lurk. "Is there any reason why she might go off on her own?" Dacio wanted to belive that Moonspear hadn't let Caiaphas venture close enough to snatch her away, but he could not deny the suspicion was there. He found it so difficult to trust those not of his kind in these recent days.