Firestone Hot Springs go down to the gallows at midnight

She knew that? His brows raised as his amusement forced its way out in a snort at the heels of her correction. That was enough for him to decide to hoist himself out of a less warmer pool, lest he wanted to continue being lulled. The air was unsurprisingly chiller now than it had been before his dip, and Dirge shook the excess water from his coat as she spoke again.

"Do I now? That's interesting," because he didn't recognize her. But fairly, there were only a handful of wolves he thought to remember, if only for whatever tangible connections he had to them. At least out of the water, he could assess her better, but even under his gaze, he did not recall. She was neither Nyx nor Hydra or any other sibling he claimed; apparently she hadn't left an impression.

He almost made that comment, but his tongue stayed fast behind his teeth. He followed up with a question instead.

"What's your name?"