Silvertip Mountain dark clouds

Her abrupt dismissal of his compliment rolled off his back as easy as water. "I hope so," he chimed with a bright tone that forsook the revelation he'd just had about her. He didn't feel it impertinent to mention his added hope of finding Koontz and her not wanting to chew his ass from sun up to sun down. The details of her finding those of likeness uncommon was little more than a cliff note in his mind; to him that equated to mistaking an identity less frequently.

"Nice to meet you, Ame," he replied sincerely. But her mention of Tartok, specifically that they'd also disappeared, made his head tilt quizzically. "That's two packs so far that'd I've heard vanished within the last half year," he speculated aloud. His brows pinched in thought and he tried analyzing the information...but unfortunately his internalizing yielded few results. "First Dragon Watchers and now Tartok. Any idea why, Ame?"