Blacktail Deer Plateau you know everyone

indeed not, murmurs the dreadfather, a ghosting smile of amusement tugging playfully at the corners of his scarred lips. still, it painted an interesting picture nonetheless. a part of him — a large part — was morbidly tempted but the diplomat within ingram ( a funny thing, that! ) tells him to stay this. trouble was not what they needed, nor truly what he desires for basilica.

good. he is pleased to know that she holds more over the epochian woman than the other holds over her. i shall make a trip to visit our neighbors, soon. he informs her, letting her in on the secret before the others, of whom would come to know in time. he would dream of leaving the borders without informing his wolves of his trip. perhaps, even, he might take syrax or the deathbringer with him as one of their tasks.

well, i shall not keep you. he drawls, sure that she has things to get back to. he has his own things to tend to, though is always willing to spare time for those beneath his rule.