Moonspear heavy as heartbreak

Wraen... that must have been the unfamiliar face in their gathering, the trespasser. Dirge couldn't recall if he had met her, but the name was familiar in some way. No doubt one of many that had been handed to him through her tales, through a list of wolves that she was not particularly fond of for one reason or another.

"I'll look for Drago," he offered instead, "you should rest and stay with the children." She had done enough in his eyes, forever going and going with little wonder if she bothered to actually rest. Hunting for Dragomir would give him excuse to see if he could find just where Arcturus had gone as well, if he had followed Wraen. He had his own answers he wanted.

He continued on gently, but there was a resolute firmness to his words.

"I think it's best for now that we let all of them cool their thoughts. We have more to contend with than petty desires and their correction." The wolf who had hurt Osiris and let Dacio to his demise lurked out there still, and he had not turned a blind eye to the subtle changes in Hydra and what would come with time. The stress was simply unnecessary, yet unavoidable; the best he could do was decide how much of the burden to place and where.