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With nary a word more, all Dirge did was watch the parent and child pair disappear back the way they should have been going in the first place. Which left them to more pressing matters that they should have been concerning themselves with—namely, what he had come out there to do in the first place. An agreeable note left him; more wolves to the cause would certainly benefit the whole of Moonspear if they could net something much larger.

"Best that I had, lest your sister prefer to take her share of food out of my hide. I came out here to hunt myself on her behalf," he murmured, amusement not entirely lost. His gaze followed Jarilo's then, settling on the unfamiliar wolf still left in their midst. "And I'd presume our guest is one of her finds. Correct? I'm Dirge."