She would have snorted again, but held herself back, thinking of her sore ribs. She still had no idea what this silver fox was playing at, but she was starting to think he might be more than a little unhinged; He might THINK these other wolves actually exist, alright… She was more than happy to let him go on his way, content to end their conversation here, though she kept her eyes on him, just in case.

 

And then, just before he slipped into the woods, he finally dropped the name: Avella. Ah, so there’s the catch… Assuming, of course, that this wasn’t just another hallucination of his, she had to assume this was the wolf who actually called the shots. This rogue was just the recruiter, singing whatever song he needed to lure in the meat, having no say in the final judgement.

 

Flair would have to chew on the prospect of this Avella for a while, but at the moment she was more than happy to leave the willow wolf and his friends be. However who knew what might change in the not-so-distant future.

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