The Heartwood i'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me

He wasn't sure why he lingered when the stranger turned, but then it was like two magnets pulling at one another, because neither wolf departed immediately. The skull-wolf turned and addressed him again, and Mou felt the stirrings of anxiety in the pit of his belly. He knew it had been foolish to give out information so freely about the forest, and to name himself - that might've brought danger a bit too close to them. So he lied, and let the familiar name of Peregrine, slip from his lips. With another dip of his head, he was slipping away, heading back towards Blackfeather.