Ouroboros Spine aftaim

He would learn what he could from Sialuk's information, trusting full-well that the girl was an excellent wisewoman in the making. He was pleased to find out that if he had given what he'd thought was the right definition for the word, that he would have been correct. Perhaps not as eloquently spoken, though. Still- allowing one of the founders of the pack speak seemed to be the best option. She would likely be the judge of the male as well, if he showed interest in joining with them. 

He learned now, a bit more about the young woman and her family which had once lived on Moonspear. He had never asked for specific information about who had been lost, and who was still missing. He hadn't even asked for the names of the ones who had led, or the ones presumed dead or missing, as he didn't feel it was appropriate to speak of such things whilst the women mourned. He still did not feel inclined to pry though he received the news that it had been Sialuk's aunt who had led Moonspear, and her father who had been her second and that made his heart ache. The effect these losses would have on the girl were, inevitably, profound. And yet, while it grieved her to do so, the young leader swallowed her own grief to inform Dragomir of the wolves who had not been found following the landslide. 

He remained silent; this felt like somewhat of a private matter between Dragomir and Sialuk, who likely had common connections amongst them. But one little bit of hope was offered- when she named Antares. He didn't recognize the name- but thought it was likely one of the Glen wolves who had come to join them.