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There seemed to be a moment of unease, though perhaps Sumayl had just interpreted the raise in tension, brief though it had been, when he had mentioned that he hailed from The Sunspire. Nothing had seemed to come from it, and so he assumed that perhaps he had simply misinterpreted it. Though Sumayl had always prided himself on his quickness to spot little details — a good habit of a Gamekeeper — he considered that he had just imagined it. He didn't know, and even then didn't really care. He had no qualms with any of the other packs in the Wilds and refused to hate a pack simply because the leaders of his own pack had a bone to pick with them. Such segregation was pointless and stupid. If he disliked a wolf it was because they had done something to deserve his dislike, and not for any other reason. Even then, the reason for his issues would never be hidden — if Sumayl had a problem with someone the Ostrega had no qualms about letting them know directly to their face. As Jace had found out, even though, at some point or another, that was likely to bite Sumayl directly in the arse.

The girl, Star, Sumayl reminded himself, spoke simply with perhaps an edge of a bite (at least that was how Sumayl interpreted it) that she was from Swiftcurrent Creek. Sumayl was hit with the impression that, that was supposed to mean something to him. “Ok?” He responded with a shrug, getting the feeling that he was missing something. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” He couldn't help but ask her, because if there was one thing that the Gamekeeper hated it was being kept in the dark.