Blakye's pupiless crimson eyes narrowed. Tell them what I saw? How much of it? the massive wolfagon had enough sense to at least stop, and chose his words carefully.. after all, he was never one with words. The point where you saw the discussion. Shifting slightly, he then spoke. I saw your elder, Frost, go into a cave to speak with a vampiress. There is much more to the story, but we are running out of time- they could strike at any moment, he rumbled, his ears flickering back even as he spoke.
"Of course," Hell's Angel said with a toothy grin, doing a 360 in the air and doubling back towards where she thought was the wolves before she stopped. "It's been a few thousand years- you lead the way."
{repost for Falkyrie? I'll spruce this post up in a few.}