Moonspear mighty lonely on my own in the city

Another summons—he wanted to cringe. It wasn’t so much as the fact that they came about as it was that he hadn’t been able to shake Altair from following him like a shadow. A poor imitation of a shadow at that, seeing how the boy had been pegged early on in this venture but was trying so hard to stay unseen that Dirge decided not to pay him any mind. But the summons to the borders changed that, and he had taken the opportunity to let himself be captured along enough to have him tag along. Of course, that was also under the stipulation that he behaved as he should, otherwise he would have to answer to his mother.

Also assuming that Hydra did not coat him in displeasure upon finding out, too.

Typical, he discovered as he reached the borderland, that he would find Keres already there. Bronco was a welcome sight as well and between the two of them was the source of all cacophony in the day. She was not entirely sable though it shone through in simple ticking; comprised of more silvery shades and tawny tinges she may as well have been a fair amalgamation of the wolves that gathered there. He took notice of the offering she had brought as he strode up to join the duo, and Altair trailed behind quietly as Bronco inquired about her other skills.

Since that question was on the table, Dirge only regarded her with interest.

What would her answer be?