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“She’s still missing,” he informed the Beta, a shrug of his shoulders holding the note of weariness he felt in his heart on that tidbit of information. Lilitu was still a priority to him—how could she not be? But he was comforted with the knowledge she was not within the realm of Akashingo, and for now, he would need to pause his search for her.

“But that’s… not what I’m going to tell you. It’s about Silvertongue.” He paused, giving a gentle nod of his muzzle to the man before him, indicating maybe he would want to sit down for this, just as he settled to his haunches as well.

“The man who led us… Germanicus? He told us his history with this Akashingo—and Arric, the place itself is… Corrupt. I don’t know how else to explain it. They live lavishly… within walls of this large mesa, and rooms for who they deem… important? They have slaves to ‘tend’ to their ‘royals,’ and their visitors. Marriages for convenience, to use other packs as political pawns…” His jaw was tense, but there was a spark in his eyes as he continued speaking. “But that’s the thing, Arric… this Germanicus guy… He… traded Silvertongue to this pack once before. He gave her to them as a slave. A pawn in his previous pack politics.”