Inanna struggled to form a solid plan. Having been seen created a tricky hurdle for her to overcome. Pine needles at her feet, she was constantly reminded she had a completely different mission she needed to attend to. Maybe they could do both, one helping the other. Before she could subject her friend, the real task, to this danger she could test the idea on herself and this wolf, first. At last, she nodded to herself. This seemed like a worthwhile idea.

No, not the gypsies. They are their own. We don’t want to ruin any name they have for themselves. She looked around to see if anything they might need was nearby. Only crab corpses and seafoam littered the sands beside them. Everything save the pine needles were purely Glorall. They needed to shed everything they were if they were going to be sneaky. Her lips twitched, her mind settling on an idea. We need to be completely foreign. Wolves of nowhere. If you can get me scented pieces of everywhere, we can smell like everything. They will never know who went to get him back. It would be dangerous if they ever got caught, moreso for a wolf whose bloodline ran through the pack. She was merely on the outskirts, partially wishing she knew her place on the inside, partially regretting her time on the out. There were some things she would not have given up for the world, however.

Thinking again, her ears twitched. All her current caches were precious. She did not know if she could trust this strange wolf enough to lead her to the established mixes, nor the dens of her mother. Even so, it could be safer for them to even have a place elsewhere to do their deeds. We should gather these things to the Grotto. Then from there try to find Abel in Spirane come Spring, when everyone is distracted. It was a given, when the spring came everyone’s attention was turned to different things. Things like puppies and coming of age. So very few would look to the sky. Less would look to two scentless shadows on the search.