He nearly breathed a sigh of relief—at least he had been able to offer some help to the worried scout. Considering Drestig’s deteriorating conditions Lachesis knew that the fear radiating off her in waves was warranted. Always nice to see you, he started as he offered her a small, sad smile, even if it isn’t under the best circumstances. Perhaps he was overdue for a first to the northern pack; it had been too long since he’d seen his former subordinate, Laike. However, his thoughts of visiting his northern neighbours were interrupted when the scout stated that she, or another Rye wolf, would inform him of what happened to Drestig. Please do, he responded in a soft voice, his tail sweeping behind him. The greying male had always been a good friend to the Stark, even if they weren't close like he and the Edge leaders were. He could only imagine the state that Jessie (and their children) were in. It was not safe for the injured leader to be on his own. Not with the frigid weather they had been enduring.
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