the ongoing speculation

Mordecai appeared shortly after the arctic's call. He appeared with a smile on his face, which made Dijax's heart sink a little with the news he was about to deliver. He returned his own charismatic smile at the man, to show his gratitude at the wolf's arrival.

It was the same time of night it had been when the Litke wolf first arrived; dark, but not dark enough. Soft blues dominated the sky, a truly beautiful sight. The moon was a crescent. Starved, deprived of its three quarters that went missing. This was how Dijax felt inside, before, and after he earned a full stomach. His three quarters were missing.

"добрый вечер, Мардохей." Speaking Russian would be of no use, but the last word in his sentence was obvious, and he hoped the greeting would be a little clear. Dijax dipped his head, and spoke, "I presume you understand I have not called you to discuss the colors of our coats?," he suggested, a smile tugging at his lips that slowly faded as he re-engaged his dialogue.

"I think it is time for me to leave, my friend."