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a grunt of agreement is given. ❝might even settle here.❞ melkor remarks casually with a half-hearted shrug of his shoulders. surely, his wolves are travel-weary by now; same as he. mahler is confident that wolves would follow the herds; that diaspora would brim with wolves ...and maybe he was right but melkor had a more cynical outlook on things. with andraste's deatb courtfall had also suffered dwindling. ❝what if they don't?❞

a beat of silence follows. ❝i don't pretend to know the full extent of our alliance —❞ and perhaps it didn't even matter anymore since the fey queen it had been forged with is gone. ❝regardless, things have changed.❞ glacial gaze settles upon mahler's lilac own. ❝what if we combined our packs?❞ a wild idea, melkor can't help but think and yet as the suggestion lingers between them he doesn't feel like he's made a mistake offering it.