Hideaway Strath in your crypt

Much to his surprise, the behemoth wolf-mix was open to the question.

It lent a shred of truth to all that Valour had spilled to them and shed light on others, however vague and nondescript they were in his present memory. Dirge listened to the spiel as he would have any other, ultimately deciding that he wasn’t sure what was the best stance to take. He couldn’t make that decision lightly at Kynareth’s offer, nor would he make it alone; he would have to weigh his opinions later, when they weren’t standing in the basin’s depths. When he could seek the company of Hydra and Jarilo both to confer, discuss, and conspire as they were wont to do.

“Certainly something to revisit once you’ve settled,” he rejoined with a demure smile. They had at least made themselves known to one another in spite of the distance, and he at least managed to seem genuine in his intention to revisit the offer. But there was little room for doubt that these wolves would question it in his eyes too—they were obviously astute, their sharp nature more than just attributed to tooth and claw.

“We should head back and leave them to their work,” he said then to his companions. “We can’t scout this place freely any longer and I wouldn’t want to wear out our welcome.”