What news Savina had shared was not something Mati found comforting. Of course it wasn't, it was news of war and news of danger. It made a chill run down her spine and made her think of the female in Dahlia that she had met only once and already hated. She had been the one to push Ares away, and make him leave. How she had felt about the male was not gone completely, but with his absence she felt it floating away slowly. Memories were not always set in stone, and she couldn't remember exactly how she felt right then and there, and so she contorted the feelings slightly, pieces falling away and being replaced by how she thought she felt or would feel in such a situation. She hate that she was slowly forgetting him.

Knowing that staying in the pack's lands was paramount Mati walked towards the lake, and wandered only the shores that Crimson Dreams claimed. The sun hovered above, and its light had begun a thawing of snow and ice, though she was sure that the next day would just bring more cold. It was the sort of day that just called for her to enjoy it, and so the female tried. Eyes danced over the lake, the picture perfect scene that was her image of home. It was comforting, and as she recognized the feeling she was thankful that she had decided to venture east.

A foreign scent lingered forward, caught on the soft warm wind and Mati slowed as she deciphered it. it was of Inferni, and she grew fearful as she stopped in her tracks. It was close, too close for her to ignore it and Mati found that she walked towards it instead of running from it. There was something else, and when she saw the figure against the rock beside the lake it wasn't until she caught the bright blue fabric that she could tell that this was someone she knew. It was dangerous for him to be here, to not have called before enter the borders. She walked towards him, slowly and unsure why he smelled so much of Inferni.

Purple eyes looked at the hybrid, her face playing the worry that she felt in all her features. He smelt so much like them, and it was not a good thing. They had been hostile to her, or that one male, when she had visited. He had been angry that she dared to encroach on their borders, and fist asking her to leave and then saying that he was have to let her go. The Dreamer had not understood the reason for all of it at the very beginning, but figured out that it was because of her species that he had wished her entry as a visitor.

Mati walked forward, not fearing him but only the smell he wore. Silas sat up, his eyes finding her without trouble. Smiling and greeting her warmly did not ease all of her concerns, but it showed that he was not in any sort of an ill state.
"Hi, Silas." She greeted him, taking his invitation and sitting beside him. She gave her own smile, though it was weak and could not cover the unease she felt. Eyes caught the scars along her muzzle, and her eyes grew even more unsure.
"What happened?" She asked softly, looking at the scars. He had been a loner the last time they had met on the dust of fall and the dawn of winter's hold. But he had been happy then, looking for his family and without the scratches. She wondered if he had found them all, among the Inferni ranks and they had not been happy to see him.

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As Mati came to settle beside him, Silas could almost smell the musk of autumn on his nose. It was easy to think back to their last meeting, when Silas had merely been exploring in order to get a feel for the land. He had been looking for his elder brothers as well, but the boy had all but given up on that quest. By now, he figured they would have gotten word of the Russo brothers’ whereabouts. Perhaps, just like Rurik had, they’d moved on.

‘ow ‘ave you been, sveetheart?" He asked, smiling all the while. For now, he wanted to leave behind Inferni and the war. He wanted a moment to think of the beautiful things in the world, and he found comfort in Mati’s soft lavender eyes. He didn’t want to admit what he had done since he had last seen her – he could still picture the crimson of blood staining the fur of his hands. But the image was pushed aside again and the Russian found himself concentrating on the soft waves that fell past Mati’s shoulders. He was lost there for a moment, until Mati raised a question. The icy blue rose to find her gaze concentrated on his face, and Silas knew she meant the scars along his muzzle. They were not old, and the boy had received them only a week or so prior to joining the ranks of Inferni. They were a constant reminder of his hatred for the male Hydra. "Zhese? Oh," he offered a light chuckle, "I vent little too far. Some people in zhis vorld aren’t nice as you." He didn’t necessarily want to retell the details of that particular event, as Silas had been rash and unthinking in his actions. His meeting with Hybrid didn’t particularly reflect well on him. ‘ow ‘ave you been?"

With all the worrying that came forth in her mind Mati could not stop the pleasant memories to be recalled in her mind, and it might have been that pleasant encounter that made the thought of him in Inferni and being beaten all the worse. As he spoke she forgot the concern, his accented voice drawing a smile to her face but not long enough to answer him. Of course there was so much that had happened in the birth of winter and now deep in it’s chilly hold. She had found someone to paint with; Ares had left her and his family as well as Crimson Dreams. She had spoken to Princess and moved beyond their differences. But, those things seemed trivial to the reason she had questioned him and the small scars on his snout.

Her worry returned, and she watched with that concern deep in her gaze. It wasn’t anything important? She read the notion in his tone and his laugh, but she face would not turn to a calm smile. Violet eyes looked away, quickly scanning the rest of him before looking out to the water that gently grazed the shore with a lazy lapping sound. Returning to his face she could smile slightly at his claim that she was nicer the some.
“Oh,” She tried to understand but simply answered his own question instead of prying
“I’ve been okay.” she claimed, hoping that it sounded as honest as with wished it would be. Troubles were everywhere now a day, and if he was part of Inferni as his new scent claimed then he was feeling them more then she ever would. Thinking back to the meeting Savina had held she wondering if his presence granted a call for the Commander or her Lt General mother.

Deciding that he was worth the small risk of a scolding she simply wondered in a lighter tone then before,
“Did you ever find your family?”

Mati’s soft purple eyes traced Silas’ frame and he was aware – perhaps she was looking for more indications of the fight he had clearly gotten into. She wouldn’t find any other apparent injuries, though the boy’s chest had ached a few days after the incident. Either way, a small flurry built in the youth’s stomach with her passing glance. He felt slightly judged, but his only thoughts were on the hope that he had passed whatever mental test it was that Mati had given him. Her lack of enthusiasm in her words made him think otherwise. Perhaps she could read him and see what he had been up to since their last meeting. Perhaps she knew he was a murderer.

Still, Silas was glad to hear that Mati was okay. It wasn’t the answer he had been searching for, but at least she hadn’t said that all in her world was going wrong. He merely nodded, black strands falling in front of his blue eyes, as he decided not to pry. Though the Russian was clearly capable of over stepping his boundaries, he was trying to realize when the time was right for prying and when it wasn’t.

"Mine family?" A genuine smile then greeted his features as he thought of Anatoliy. Somehow Silas’ brother had found himself aboard a ship destined for the Americas and wound up in Halifax. It hadn’t even been a week since the third Russo’s arrival. "Vell, not zhe ones ve vere looking for, but mine brozher… ve found him een Halifax a few days ago." It was a rather nice reunion, though Silas would have preferred if his mother had been alongside Anatoliy. A few fingers brushed back the hair from his face as he studied Mati’s own soft locks. "And vhat of Crimson Dreams? Anyzhing new?"

She had not wished to judge him, though the Dreamer was well aware that she could be judgmental. But the female found it hard to tell when she became that way. It was not as clear as anger or frustration, even jealousy was far more apparent to her then the moment she was growing concerned with other's morals and placing judgment on them. But she was only worried for him and didn't understand why he was smelling so much of Inferni. Her views of the coyote clan were so very jumbled, having met someone very apt on throwing her out, to another that had shared drugs with her and gotten a it too close for comfort. Now there was Silas, he was sweet like Rikka, but held a different mystery then the confusing female yote. He was mysterious and at the same moment he laid everything out right before her, or he had the first time they had met. Now there was a secret, but Mati forgot that he might be hiding something as he spoke. His accented voice called for concentration and she was eager to know where he was in the search for his family.
"Thats good though." She proclaimed with a small smile. He kin were slowly making their way to the region,
"Maybe others will follow him." She knew little about the way traveling from one country to the other happened, but there could be a small bit of hope since one had found their way.

He questioned her, and Mati found that she didn't have anything as exciting to report. Thoughts and whispers of war were all she heard lately as she dealt with the loss of Ares, and the conversation she had had with his sister Princess. She found the most confusing the hazy memories of her meeting with the Inferni woman Rikka, the scent of his pelt bringing her back to life in Mati's mind. But she was embarrassed about her confusion, determined to believe that there was nothing to be confused about. It was just another moment of time to tuck away into the vault of all the other repress-able memories.
"Things have been quiet, I've been working on a mural in Cour des Miracles so I have spent a lot of time there." She explained with a forced light tone.

Time away from Inferni’s borders meant time away from the war. After the youth had found blood on his hands as his ticket into the clan, he was hesitant to dip them again. Of course the Russian was no stranger to fighting, as he and his brother often quarreled with one another. But war… well war was a different thing entirely. The Russo boy wasn’t quite sure what he thought about it just yet. For now, he hung back and aided his clan by providing the supplies that they needed. He had yet to engage in combat, and hoped it would remain like that for some while.

"Yes, maybe mine mozher vill follow." Silas knew that his mother would be lonely without Anatoliy by her side, even with the entire Russo compound surrounding her. She wasn’t a Russo by blood, and Silas was sure she’d feel lost now that both lover and children had fled to the ocean. Perhaps she’d find a boat as well. Perhaps she was already on her way. Though young, the Agata boy knew that was just wishful thinking. Either way, he was glad that he had his brother back.

Beneath the dark onyx strands of hair, Silas found his gaze focusing on the lilac of Mati’s shining eyes. She had looked away from him for a moment as she considered his question, and he found a gentle smile form as he watched her. When her gaze traveled back, Silas averted his eyes, listening closely to her words. "A mural?" He didn’t know the meaning of the word for sure, but it struck interest in him. "Vhat ees zhat?" Though she didn’t seem enthused about it, Silas felt that her light tone suggested that perhaps it gave her peace, this mural. He wanted to know more.