Moonspear long in tooth and soul

And ridicule him he would not—in fact the very thing only seemed to suggest his evolution as a being rather than inferior. Dirge thought that his wariness was well placed more than anything, but then again he had been wary of the collar that had been tightened fast around the neck of Dune. He had tried to remove it, though he did not know whether or not it had been more of a success or failure. It had only brought on more questions than answers, and he had shortly thereafter avoided both collar and wolf alike.

But the call of the wild had also summoned him, and instead he found himself also dredging up how he had wanted to steal Hydra away. The mountainside had not been the life he thought he deserved, or would have... yet there he was.

"Perhaps," he found himself saying, only to clarify, "perhaps he was of the same sort that was once here. All I remember of the thing I saw was that we could not remove it. I'm not so sure that the fellow who had it wanted it gone, either." His ears pinned back at the recollection stirring again. "Whatever it is, and however they became the receipients, it isn't right. It doesn't belong. Perhaps it chokes the sense out of them."

He came swiftly around to a decision then, something he did not recall Charon deciding.

"If he comes near here, we would be wise to chase him away."

Let the wilds deal with the collared nightmare, not them.