Noctisardor Bypass sacred

A stranger approaches, instinct flags Dione's tail. It's good that they come with compliments.

I am Dione. A friend of Uktark. She supposes it to be a fair title, for now.

Her pace does not slow, but she is not avoidant either. Another woman, one who already has a mate, is not ideal, but it also means she isn't entirely competition. Besides, a friend might be something worth considering.

How long have the Grey Fangs been here? Or rather, for how long had they avoided detection? Dione had been in the Taiga since Darukaal left, watching new wolves come and go, so it wasn't a stretch to think she could have missed them.