Moonspear this soul's a stowaway

“It was home for you,” he reasoned, “no surprise it would be difficult to leave.” His sisters had always had it better there; it had been easier by far in his eyes for them to find their niche, their calling or whichever and the mentorships above it. They may have been shunned but it had been far easier to overlook and know that they were less of a perceived threat than he had ever been.

He felt the prickle of that now in passing; a ghostly, ghast chill in the wind that may not have been there at all. A memory plain and simple, one better forgotten and left to perish along the wayside where it so desperately needed to be laid to rest and belonged. He instead turned towards the question that come off her lips prior—the name of the pack where Nyx resided.

“But I believe the name of the pack where she was staying was something like Sagtannet. Maybe. Foreign sounding place and a bit rough from my tongue, but Hydra knows more of them than I.” She had been the one to curry favor with them, and he only knew of them through what she imparted to him. Her ideas and plans, the favors they could and perhaps yet would obtain through alliance.