Ilya resisted the urge to pace. He was a hunter and hunters waited patiently. Even if their prey didn't return to their lair for eight hours, they waited. And he shouldn't think of Soren as prey...yet. All the Spiral needed to do was tell him where the wayward half-blooded brother of his was. Cedric had spoken of making his way back into the pack after the full moon run in March. April came around and Ilya waited expectantly where they had promised to meet up and talk about joining the pack and what would be expected of him. No brother. On top of that, there was that nasty Cora woman who knew more about Garou than any human, wizard or not, should have. It was one thing if the wolf claimed the human as a mate-as much as the Fenrir disdained the sullying of Garou blood he could understand that-but rumors were that Soren was courting the Silent Strider bitch that the Nation had used to send him his task. So that begged the question...how did Cora know so much about him and his kind?
It tied interestingly into how Soren had access to the rat warren humans called Hogwarts. Someone let him in to kill the monster inside. Who did that and why? How much did the humans know about Garou? It was a dangerous game to play, letting them know about their predators. Prey that is aware of their predators finds a way to fight back eventually and that wasn't what the Nation needed. A purge on the level of the Inquisition could be disastrous...many packs still mourned the land and ancestors lost during that time.
The heavily muscled and stocky man sighed, crossing his arms against the persistent breeze that was trying to become wind. He looked up towards the apartment building he was posted to watch. A scent tickled his nose. It wasn't the Strider. She'd been going in an out more frequently according to the scent trails. It was the Spiral. Ilya moved deliberately, calling attention to himself as an invitation to talking.