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Kvarsheim would attend this matter—his thoughts drifting to the warning he was given by Reverie, only recently, and wondering what dangers lingered even further in the shadows. Her secret entrusted to him—and he would safekeep it. For her. For her girls. Yet still—“Might I suggest Kvarsheim is even more protective of its borders and who is invited within them? The Creek certainly will be.”

It was not his place—but he could play the role of arrogance, if it could assist. The wolves of the stone circle were the most known for their hospitality and kindness than any others in this valley, after all.

“I can. My Betas won’t like it—but I need to travel to Moonglow once more and escort my daughter back home, if she’s well enough to travel.”

He paused—eyes searching out the silver of the pale she-wolf. “When do you suggest we start?” And also... "And should we extend this to Bearclaw Valley?"