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

"She did not," the ashen Klikalida said of Praimfaya, an assurance to the dark juvenile that she was safe. Dacio kept his own grim thoughts to himself: he knew exactly what Blackhead could've done to the young commander-in-training had he not happened to intervene when he did.

Fortunately, she was safe under his watch. Their kru had proven fit for purpose in ensuring that no harm would come to Praimfaya. It seemed Isilmë, on the other hand, had managed to slip free from Moonspear's guard of her own doing, for he doubted the old sea crone would've been able to penetrate the pack's forces to capture her. She was bold, but she wasn't stupid.

Dacio frowned, thoughtful as he lifted his head to look out over the valley below as he contemplated where a hunted child might hide. Attention was swift to return to Dragomir, however, as he brought forth another snippet of valuable information that Hydra had refrained from sharing. "Your mother is also missing?" Dacio assumed, puzzled. Only recently had he been told Aure and the cubs were safe, yet now she and her daughter had vanished?