Noctisardor Bypass Macklin, you son of a bitch

It had been a long time. He'd not been very old when word was brought to Round Valley of Morningside's disbandment. Had he been older, he would have checked it out for himself. . .but that was wishful thinking at this point. All he could do was nod a little sadly as Arbiter explained the situation. It seemed he would have no luck here.

You're missing wolves, too? Timberlake asked rhetorically, blinking in sympathy at the woman. What are their names? Maybe I can ask around for them, too. Worth a shot, right? If he remembered the names, anyway. He was already struggling to keep ahold of the plethora of names he was carrying around now.