Razorback Ridge you carry the heavens in your eyes

Ooookay then, said Wylla's eyes when Melkor revealed his reason for being out here. Hadn't he chuffed to get her attention, or was she just hearing things? Maybe where he came from, that meant something different. She was here now and she'd stopped so she might as well make the most of it. Not that there was anything to be gained. Melkor smelled too much like other wolves to be open to recruitment for Diaspora, she was certain.

Sure, Wylla said in a tone wreathed with dry humour, flanking Melkor to walk with him a little while, only if the wolves are still strong enough to hunt them. She wouldn't be surprised if some packs were hit so hard by the famine that they wouldn't have able wolves to hunt the large prey. She swept her muzzle over the ground idly, then chanced to ask, what are we tracking?