Noctisardor Bypass know your meme

She found Anselm first. Druid didn’t know what she planned to do until she was doing it. She strode right up to him and slung a foreleg around his neck, pulling him into a quick, one-armed hug before stepping back.

Thank you, was all she said.

Her eyes flitted around as if hoping Etienne might also be nearby. She neither saw nor smelled him, though. Her attention refocused on Anselm.

When you were growing up, did your—pack have any traditions? she asked, apropos of nothing.

Druid tried not to think about the fact that he’d grown up with Mahler and Wylla post-Rivenwood, or that she might even recognize anything he mentioned. She steeled herself, just hoping he would tell her something she could use.