Somewhere in some dense Scottish woods...
The moonstone strained so hard against his fingers that Remus decided it was more of a distraction than a help, so he deactivated it and stuck it in his pocket. Tracking the wolves with the stone had been a slower process than he’d thought it would be. Since they weren’t hunting in one large pack, he always had to decide which direction to follow
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Nicely done.:D
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