It turned out he did not need to wait long, for the gray woman appeared swiftly. She was clearly sticking to her duties, a signed that pleased the scout, for he doubted many of their other so-called brothers were doing the same. The pack seemed still and much like the earth, slowed by winter and awaiting the coming of spring. The dark wolf hoped to see this change with the season, but he knew that AniWaya was a place still wounded by the aftermath of their war. Time would heal it, of course, but he worried about how much it would take.
Grace and her impressive collection of animals helped reassure him of such things, and he greeted her with a friendly smile. While his purpose in seeing her was not simply for company, he did like that she was eager and willing to learn the ways of a culture not her own. “I was looking for you,” he explained, green eyes shifting momentarily to the bird atop the Luperci’s crown. What an odd thing to do. Of course, being a true bird and not a spirit guide it was likely he lacked the intelligence to know dignity as the others did. “What can you tell me about Hadley?” The scout asked, his green eyes returning to her face.
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