Department 7 Headquarters - The Danger Room 10:34 pm - Samuel
He gave a nod to Dundee as he passed through the door, What the hell was his name. He tried to remember, he appreciated the unexpected support he got from the wolf, although he realized it probably had more to do with the rivalry between him and Major Asshole than any feelings for him but it was still something that surprised him and he had been unlike what he'd been led to expect from any wolf, although Major Asshole was pretty close to the mark. Nike? No, that didn't sound right, he'd have remembered if he were named after a shoe.
He gave a brief smile of encouragement to the Spirit-talker as they were separated according to were and non-were.
When Dundee spoke, asked his question his ears almost literally twitched in his direction. He was familiar with the spirit world, Grandmother interacted with it all the time. He'd also been told of the Umbra but had never dealt with it personally, although his teacher had a spirit she dealt with regularly and he knew something of the rituals the Bastet used to deal with it. He also had the impression that the Bastet had been much closer to it some time in the distant past but the connection had been made much more tenuous around the time the Wars of Rage had occurred. Probably something else the dogs had denied them in an act of spite, he thought grimly.
He raised an eyebrow and nodded to Dundee, "I know some", he said cautiously, "but I'm no Shaman, either." He might have said more, the curiosity was so strong, but he was also reluctant to let them know exactly what he knew, or how he knew it. He had no intention of sharing with the wolves, especially Major Asshole, anything that might lead them to suspect anything about the other Bastet.