Moonspear Curiosity of the Wolf

Quick and careful steps reined in the distance between them. Dirge finally laid better eyes on her as he slipped out onto the trail behind her. She wasn't of Moonspear, that much he could tell on the wind left in her wake. But he wasn't to trail behind her for long when she sprang forward and slipped away into the night. The loose snow scattered and sparkled; he felt torn between giving her chase or simply letting her go as he came to a standstill.

But it was that standstill that prompted him to evaluate what may have been at hand. The loner that had been dispatched, the wolf that Hydra and her kin hunted... Dirge wondered if this too fit in with it all. If it did, then where? He did not hesistate when he cast his head back to summon @Hydra—she would know, she would decide. Though he hadn't wanted a part in it all, it seemed the decision had been wrested from his paws altogether. And Dirge was not foolish enough to rush headlong after someone that could have led him to a trap.