Noctisardor Bypass Blasé and lucky tonight,

Glaukos remained undetected. There was the tiniest sampling of his scent on the wind, but Anselm mistook it for a recent marking.

Anselm’s gaze was trained on the woman. She moved in a measured manner not unlike Fiona. Her voice was steadfast.

Another wolf who knew him before he knew them. Anselm resented this disadvantage. He supposed Etienne must have said something - he searched Druid’s face for any hint of an impression. Had it been positive? Negative?

One thing did not track for Anselm. If Etienne left a few days back, Anselm should have seen him at the hollow. Was this woman lying, to turn Anselm away and spare Etienne the discomfort of confrontation? Anselm searched Druid’s darkened face for any shred of information, but found nothing discernible.

Yes. I am Anselm. He drank in the cold air. If Etienne had been here recently, his scent had faded. This much was true. How do you know who I am?