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Another one on their list to investigate. "WindClan," Wolf muttered, his muzzle wrinkling up as he glanced over the landscape. They had been here before, hunting on the trail of one they had corrected before. The dark spirit snorted as he moved forward, leaving Lamb as he traveled ahead slightly. "Seems like this place is a haven for them. If there was more than two of us, I say we could probably just drop someone permanently in this group to keep an eye on things."
The other masked spirit, the one known as Lamb, couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "Ever so efficient, dear Wolf." They passed through the foliage unseen until they came to the border. Both paused there, their ethereal forms shimmering, as if on the border of immateriality. "I suppose now we wait and see if they come willingly." Lamb settled down on an outcropping of rock as Wolf peered around, pacing restlessly.