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Once again, Kaertok found himself comfortably near the bottom of the ranks. His time at Legion had taught him a thing or two about leading. Namely that he did not yearn for it as some did. He would step in if the need arose, but with Erzulie at the helm here (and seemingly Raleska in some form), Kaertok saw no future in which he would lead again. This did not bother the Tartok wolf. He had always considered himself a solid member of any pack that he had been a part of, and that would not change here.

There were whispers that a child had gone missing, and he sought answers on that today. What was this child’s name, did they know anybody outside of Rusalka, and should he trek after him or her? Those questions would hopefully not go unanswered long. He called out for anybody who might’ve known the child on some level, unaware that it was Raleska’s blood who had been lost (and also unaware the child had been in her care when they'd run off).