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The grotto had been where Caiaphas had first taken him when he had sought her for his injuries. He had a special liking to the place – because it was hers – and he felt as though it was a secluded enough place to establish his own den. It would allow him some reprieve from the companionship of other wolves. The grotto was enough, and would be enough until the end of his days. So, the ashen beast fell to them and wandered through the caves with lengthy ears held upright and alert.

The scent of a stranger passed through his nose. With a grunt, the ragged creature moved toward it and found the pale frame of a stranger in the lair. Kierkegaard sniffed the air with a frown, finding that the wolf belonged to Grimnismal, and chuffed softly to alert the other of his presence. “What are you doing in here, boy?” his gruff baritone struck through the cave and echoed softly.