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She found herself nodding, agreeing with him; it would be good for him to do so and see what could be found. He was a skilled ranger, and she was more than confident in his abilities. If any could find a decent route for safe passage beyond those born to the place, it would be him who may as well have been at this rate; Dirge had lived here for several good years himself, after all, and just as the rest of them had, he had carved many a good trail here. 

His gaze was upon the cubs now, and Hydra shifted in her seat to move nearer to him. There is more news. More unsavory wolves have come to be, I am told. Not near to us, but they have caused trouble with our neighbors it sounds like... our allies, too, she recalled. With the others surely still about, no doubt they might find one another. Like calls to like, after all, she drawled, looking to him with a wan grin. The grim look in her eye revealed exactly her thoughts: I should have went and killed the first of their kind when I first heard of it... Nature had not done what she had hoped. Surely they also expanded their legacy—which would inevitably lead to more trouble, once she did as she desired. The world had become all the more dangerous.