“No.”

 “Main weapon was a katana, Canis if that’s what you’re trying to figure out…

Yes, me a Durain? Hard to remember…. I was a wolf. With a mate… and a pack. We were hunting. I got caught in the Human’s iron teeth trap. My pack left. An interval opened… I was… Frozen. I don't remember what happened. I was probably killed and half-eaten by a Demora. Either way I woke up the Durain I am now. Been alive for the past several hundred years… perhaps longer… I have seen nations rise and fall, go from gold to ash. And I have seen days that have not come. The day that our brightest star shall burnout and destroy us all…. I am Prince of the Forest... as I am deemed.” 

 “Mmh… That was very long. Do you know anything else about Rya’s death? I- we were the only ones who knew she was a Doryu.”

“Were you now? The Dragons always know when there’s a Doryu. The crest on the attacker’s shoulder guard… was Ejdair’s emblem.”

“So, you're saying. That the Dragons are back… that would explain Rya being a Doryu…” Canis started pacing. “And if Ejdair’s back… that means war is on the brink… or in the horizon… there will be other Doryu… They will be targeted… This could mean the fall of several kingdoms... He’s probably resurrecting other Dragons… If the legends are anywhere true to his powers…? He would need a place for a base to start pulling troops… The Storm Scarred Coast is where I would start.. No one goes there… there are whole battlefields half-buried there… He will play the waiting game… Have some of his followers go high in the noble stature, slowly bit by bit drawing troops from all around weakening places from inside out… building his army and resurrecting… All under the government's' noses.”

 “What are you going to do about it, King Killer?” 

 Canis stopped pacing, “Nothing.”

 Zburator sat straight up, “WHAT? Why?”

 “It’s not my problem. I have enough problems already. And war is good. War means business... Assassinations needed to be done on both sides. The pay will be quite high…” Canis shrugged. She gave a low whistle and her Gryphon landed further away, knowing better than to approach Zburator.   

 Canis whistled again. The Gryphon pranced forward, his feather end tail flicking up snow. Stryfell bent down at Canis’ feet. She mounted; gave another different whistle. It was high and piercing, seeming to split the air. The beast took to the air, with one paw he dug his talons into Rya’s shoulders, carrying her corpse. 

 “Good seeing you again, Zburator.” Waved Canis, as she flew back to camp.