The old wolf steadied his mind in the darkness of his quarters. Byron had many years of experience using his family bloodskill, but even still, if there was some hope his daughter really was still out there, the wolf would require a bit of help from someone far more proficient in its use.
He raised his right hand to his right eye and sent forth his call for aid.
`Bearer of my blood, lend me your knowledge. Daughter, are you there?'
The beast received no answer for quite some time. Eventually, he felt her presence open up just a bit. And for the first time in over two years, Byron Aschefell felt his eldest daughter allow his consciousness to enter her mind as she spoke to him.
