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The coywolf's gaze flicked over to where Pyx said. He saw it too. Someone remaining still, standing there. But he couldn't see who. He flinched a bit from something at his side, and glanced to see Pyx right up against him. It didn't feel uncomfortable, but it did take him by surprise. Then came a voice.

Judas' ear flicked. He knew this voice. But where? He had near forgotten all of Moonlit, all but Mitanni. Could it have been her? No. If it were her, she would have come to greet him, surely. But it was someone. Someone who was..was that crying? Another pang of familiarity. Whoever it was wasn't so smart, saying no one was there. Just saying that meant the exact opposite.

"Obviously there is someone there. We come from Moonspear, and mean no harm." He gave a weirded out look to Pyx. He was getting chills from both the familiarity and the actions of this mysterious figure. Even the voice in his head knew that. He felt the voice was trying to tell him something. But he didn't know what. As if a wall had come up, blocking the memory, the answer.