Ankyra Sound five twenty six, nineteen ninety.

Less concerned was he with where the girl had gone. He wondered after the male with his belly full of sour hare.

It was not hard to find him the forest. The coyote's sharp turquoise eyes were just as good as his nose for the task. Sorcerer found the wolf with his snout turned toward the night sky.

He looked too. Briefly, as if expecting to see an answer writ among the constellations. There was none of course, and his gaze turned back as he stole a little nearer. He watched again, alone with his suspicions.

For now, at least.