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He had thought that banishing Haku would solve problems. Nowhere seemed quite as safe as it had been anymore. The demon was out there; roaming the lands freely. The yearling had failed in his eyes, for he now wondered that by taking away his father’s crown he had unleashed the unholy beast upon the rest of ‘Souls. Night and day he wanted to trail the pack borders to ensure that they were all safe, but it was not only Dahlia de Mai he felt responsible for. The blue eyed monster deserved death several times over and Conor was so sorry that he had not been able to put the crazed beast out for good.
Today he followed a different path, moving away from Dahlia’s south-eastern borders and into the city of Halifax and he had for some time now followed a weak, scented trail that spoke of Rurik. Conor had never once visited the Russian male in the edge of the city where he supposedly lived, and he regretted that. Despite acting like a true fool, Conor had really liked the gentle minded male. It seemed the scent of Cour des Miracles had taken him under his wings though, and it helped remind the yearling that there was a lot of work to be done to set the relationship between Dahlia de Mai and the rest of the packs right again.
He found the canine form he was looking for -- he had already picked up the heavy scent of cannabis --, but unfortunately the Russo man was not alone. He could feel his hackles rise somewhat as he entered the scene and let lilac eyes visit each of the three forms of Inferni coyotes. It seemed like a jolly scene; dusty couches sitting out in the open street and canines sitting in them with a bonfire to spice it up even more. The war was over but the anger was probably still there. The Dahlian chose to give it a shot anyway, but his confidence was not overly high as he slowly approached the merry group with his hands somewhat lifted as a sign of peace. ”Rurik,” the boy addressed warmly to the only canine he recognized, honestly wondering if he had intruded a private party of some kind. He was unable to guess what the occasion was.