Moonspear No need to ask

Vanished? How strange, though a few demises came to his mind. He wondered just how young this child was—too young and it was likely something just as swiftly scooped her up and took off, which meant they’d be better off looking for remains. Too old and well… same story. Vanishing was not the sort of answer he had been looking or hoping for.

Still, he was caught off guard by the parting commentary and again his gaze shifted to Serem briefly. Something had certainly changed internally with the Nightwalkers, and something he would have to bring to Hydra’s attention if only to find out what she hadn’t disclosed to him.

But nevertheless, he would abide by trading favors.

“She’s the same one our packs have been hunting, the one who runs with that wretch Blackhead and the boy that used to run with your pack, Merrick. She caught my son unaware in our hunting ground to the north—for all I know perhaps she could be behind the missing girl too. She’s known to roam as much as they are—how old is your pup?”