Hideaway Strath in your crypt

Tongues were loose indeed. Keres wondered at what answer the master of these marionettes would give Dirge, and wondered if it would be at all truthful. Some wolves were proud of their misdeeds, she found, and some hid it in the dark with their sense of guilt and better judgement. Which wolves these were, it was too early to tell.

She looked to each of them in turn, sizing them up and committing their faces to memory. It was curious how there seemed to be two pairs before the Moonspearians, and neither pair seemed to match the other, though it had nothing to do with appearances and instead presence. The darker female and male came off as... not gentle, but not aggressive. Their personalities were not loud, as the gaudy male's seemed to be.

Curious.

She listened on in silence now, waiting for the response to her littermate's statement.