Moonspear Meet the family

"The wolves are different everywhere," he picked back up as they made their way. "That too I wouldn't want any other way, though. Variety is the spice of life, they say." And lately, the variety he had gotten was not entirely the kind of spice he wanted. There wasn't much that could have been done about it now, even less with the standards he had come to hold himself to. The end would be worth it, he thought, and hoped.

They passed a narrow ridge and sank beneath it, letting the stony outcropping overhang them as they moved on to nowhere in particular. His steps betrayed the notion, but Dirge had no idea where to go, or what to do entirely with the company that had been handed over to him. The small talk drum was coming up short; he found himself focusing on Nikai once again.

"So what did you do in Easthollow?"