sounds like hallelujah

The lion isn't sacred when not sleeping near the lamb Korri said little as the great wolf spoke. Only leaned in, ears pressing forward. Eyes bright and keen. They're here now. Had Korri met them? His weight shifted as he mulled over this new information. Criminals — they most certainly were. If what Aedion said was true. Fact-checking required, of course, but… Well. Korri's ears twitched, and he straightened up. "That's a terrible burden to bear," he observed. His tone was matter-of-fact rather than sympathetic. He understood what it meant to lose family. If he bothered to think on it, he still felt rage cold and burning in the depths of him. Rage, unquenchable and furious. Yes. "But it's a good thing you survived, isn't it? Someone ought to bring these Helovians to justice, I think." He said it almost cheerfully, but something keen still shone in between the syllables. Korri shifted again, and stepped closer to the wolf. He bristled now with energy, his head swarming with ideas, with feelings of his own, memories both real and imagined. "I would be interested in learning more about these people," Korri said. Paused. "I don't…. I don't think I can listen to a story like yours without wanting to act on it, frankly. You were wronged. Someone ought to help you." He frowned. It did not occur to him Aedion may not want the help — he had already made up his mind. Perhaps he had done so when he first spotted the wolf and thought of Myrkir. Perhaps he had been destined to come here, anyway. To have this conversation. To act of his own will. Echoes of one wolf speaking through another. "I'm good at gathering information," he added. "And other things. I came here looking for a friend of mind, but I suspect it's something like fate that brought me to you, instead. A wayward hero and a wolf." He smirked. It is evil when it eats unless it's feeding from the damned.

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