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Nova flicked his ears slightly as he listened to Durandel's own stutterings. He couldn't completely understand what was going on, the whole situation seemed a little unnatural. Why would Durandel have a message to deliver to him while he was in the Tenneth lands? Nova's eyes began to flick from tree to tree looking for any other traces of wolves that were about, as the ice wolf didn't doubt that the lava wolf could have confederates hiding in the nearby foliage. His way to the lake was still secure, but the more Nova thought about escaping, the farther the run to the waterline seemed.

Partially in a bid to stall for time to allow his brain to catch up to what was happening, Nova responded "I don't have much of a choice, Cancius, I think I am the guest in your lands at the moment." He was comforted somewhat that Durandel's tone of voice lacked the expected edge, there wasn't a hint of a growl or sharpness. As Nova began to focus less on the surroundings and more on the other wolf, he noticed that Durandel seemed almost as uneasy as he himself did. Why? Shouldn't be be comfortable in his own front yard?