Moonspear long in tooth and soul

No, very red didn't match the hazy face that came to him through memory. A frown bloomed at the provision and the question to follow—he couldn't even begin to quite unpack what pale faces meant, wasn't sure he wanted to entirely. A fable, then, something fictitious and spun up from the dust that had yet to settle in the closed off passage. At least he could content himself with the notion.

"Nary a thing," he rejoined, "and it would seem that it isn't even the same wolf, though I did wonder what became of him." Long gone, maybe even dead by now. Perhaps Hydra had run him off in the time that Dirge had left, or maybe the very collar around his neck had choked him somewhere they simply hadn't found.

"It was a strange time," he went on to say, as though they weren't presently at that juncture again. His head shook, clearing the thought and memory all at once. "I'm not sure you were even a thought then. Or born, even. Perhaps @Hydra would remember better than I." Far too much had changed since, and continued to do so.