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It did not take much more listening for Nova to ascertain who Durandel was talking to. It was that fierce, and quite strange, shewolf BattleDemon. Mixed emotions greeted Nova as the realization more fully dawned on him, like how the initial spark of a candle being lit is followed by the flame flaring up as the dry wick is ignited. Although he considered their last adventure to have ended on somewhat friendly terms, especially compared to their rather strained encounter when he had been ordered to kill her, he knew her to be unpredictable at best. Perhaps her alter ego...WarriorDemon, was it? Perhaps it was THAT soul that he heard talking to Durandel, although Nova had though the bear had slain that side of her. What if there was an even more unpredictable wolf out there?

Duranel seemed to be carrying on a steady chat which eased Nova somewhat, and though their words were hard to hear without getting in spitting distance, their tones were reasonable. It would be a quick fight if the shewolf out there turned aggressive with the two of them on her, so as often happens logic prevailed over emotion given enough time, and Nova proceeded forward to the talkers, being careful to approach from Durandel's side as to not surprise anyone

As he was called out a salute to them both, he found his words had been wholly obliterated by a sudden sharp noise, as if a nearby tree had split in twain. Light followed to blind Nova's night-adjusted eyes, as he cried out instinctively over the din "What's going on!"