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Ears perked up at the familiar figure who approached him seemingly casually. His stomach squirmed as she came closer, and greeted him as if they'd not fought the last time they'd seen each other. As if she'd not fought with his daughter on their last meeting. Was Wraen a part of this pack, too? It was as if the ghosts from his past were gathered there, and a new one would find him each time he tried to gather his wits to go and find Dhole.

The surprise was quickly wiped from his face. His face was neutral as she greeted him and asked him what brought him here. None of your business, he derisively thought to himself. He responded, Just exploring the lands close to my mountain. Which wasn't the truth of it really, but he wasn't about to tell her. She'd go running to Dhole, no doubt. What brings you back to this area, I wonder? he then asked. Last I saw you you were still licking Rannoch's butthole after his betrayal. But he decided against saying that. For now.