Emberwood Still Alive

That was reasonable enough. Had he been strong enough, perhaps he'd already be on his way, too. But Hirundo knew, on some instinctual level, that he could not survive on his own. He probably wouldn't have even survived here if Mae hadn't pulled him out of the river.

So Hirundo simply nodded with a smile.

Come by for a visit sometime. It's always refreshing to see a friendly face, Hirundo said, and he meant it. Despite his natural wariness, he appreciated that Sven had been pleasant and polite enough. At least some wolves were still decent; not everyone had turned to barbarism and violence as a way of life.

But how long until the rest of them fell? Hirundo tried to put that chilling question out of his mind.

I'd better head back now, but it was nice to meet you, Sven. May the winds bring you fortune.