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Phillipe was about to eat his own words as the growling started in the fog, anxiety rippling through him as he realized how defenseless they were in the thick of the whiteness. Drawing his own dirk in defense as well, he faced whatever direction the beast was in, pushed by a core deep desire to protect his bonded beloved. All the while, even as Ada curled closer to him, he never let go of her hand.

When the stranger appeared, Phillipe relaxed but only somewhat. It was not a wolfen he recognized and there was something off about his manner and story that Phillipe just couldn't put his finger on. Ada seemed all too happy to take the lead, making their intentions known and organizing a meeting with the Fog Walker's "Master" and even though the bloke seemed to oblige them well enough, Phillipe still held back that last ounce of trust.

"What's the name of the rival pack?" Phillipe asked, giving the man a sideways look and then putting on an unassuming grin. "I might've heard of them." Even though he'd never heard of the Fog Walkers, he was watching closely to see what the man had to say. Something in Phillipe's gut told him there wasn't even a rival pack although what evidence he had to base this on, he had no idea. "Seems odd that they get to operate with such freedom in your marshes as well." Aside from the fact that anyone would even want the marshlands to begin with.