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Lestat stood square in the center of the moonlight area, proud as a lion, watching the other as he spoke. Curiosity was a trait that all wolves had, some more heavily than others, and Lestat was not one to admonish another for their curious ways. He nodded his understanding, choosing not to speak for the moment. This wolf was following him to know whom he called for, and Lestat was not one to give Hatshepsut away.

"I was calling for my companion," he explained matter-of-factly, relaxing his stance only slightly, but enough to invite the other forward if he wished. "We were separated weeks ago, though I caught her scent and followed her here. I hoped to find her, but our reunion can wait another day." He paused, glancing around the woods, enjoying the flux and flow of light and shadow at play. Returning his gaze to the other, he continued. "I am sorry if I disturbed you. I am new here, so I don't quite know my way around."