[It takes a little bit for Lyall to reply. Mostly because he keeps dropping the bloody aethographer, and his fingers can't seem to operate it properly. But he finally manages, and also manages not to open the video function. That part is on purpose.]

Good evening. I think it's evening. I can hit wolf form, anyway, so it must be evening.

Pardon. As soon as this bloody fog clears, a hunt would be quite nice. It will be nicer when I can see straight and don't keep chasing imaginary scents. Managed to get myself mucked up lost. Very clever, I know.

[He does sound a little out of it, and rather more emotive than their last conversations.]