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Wraen asked about the Moonspear wolves, Slavik’s first thought was that he hadn’t shared the name of the pack yet. She likely could smell it on him, but he wondered how she had become acquainted with them in the first place. He eyed her as she answered his own mental propositions, as though reading his mind. She knew Charon and Hydra, and some of the others apparently as well. It was as she said, a small world.

They’re good, though recently one of the sons left, he wasn’t particularly pained by it but he was sure the Ostregas were. Other than that things haven’t been too hard yet this winter. But what about you? How’re the Sunspire folks? he asked, remembering Rannoch, the first friend he’d made in the wilds.