Moonspear heavy as heartbreak

He could only agree with a nod, though the truth of it was that he knew he would not take another in tow. In spite of the bloodlines they shared in more than one way, Dirge knew to use a means of being a outlier to capitalize on an angle. While the finer designs of the tapestry that held them altogether continued to unravel, he was ever keen to pull at the strands, only now he found that he desired to hold them rather than see where the thread would lay bare next. Dragging one of her sisters with him would only exacerbate the problem, he thought, thinking then of Lyra's cold tongue.

"It's no more dangerous than it usually is, but you never mentioned what had happened in full," he rejoined, though it wasn't a stretch for him to imagine. Revui had left them and now wandered some fine line between being there and yet not at the same time. Arcturus had always been steadfast in his eyes. Then there was the plethora of interlopers, the tensions from one wolf to another, the height of the season and the oncoming spring—Dirge could supply a multitude of reasons to answer his own questions. But finding Hydra's side of the tale would certainly fill in half of the wonder, and finding Arcturus would supply him with the other.