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When Bones turned to him and asked if he had an interest in relearning the lands, Ira offered her a silent nod, deciding that it was better if he kept his mouth tightly shut and didn't speak, even though he would have only spoken in response to Bones. But there was always a chance something would come spilling out that might cost him a place in the Creek and Ira was willing to do what it took to make sure he could stay with Bones, even if it meant playing the falsity of being mute. He followed behind Bones, only to pause when Bazi called out for them to wait. Silver eyes peered at his new alpha female, brow furrowing at her question. A part of Ira did not want to answer. But remaining silent might have revealed him for the rude little shit he truly was; and he was trying to be on his best behavior on Bones' behalf.

It was an easy assumption to make, for there was no secret that there was no love lost between Ira and Lecter. “The Shaman is dead,” Ira responded mechanically. Lecter's death didn't hurt him but to say that it didn't entirely bother him would be a lie. The pallid Princeling wasn't even sure he had liked Lecter but Jinx had loved him and he had loved Jinx and that had been important to Ira. He couldn't hate Lecter and that made a huge amount of difference to the Nox boy.