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He wouldn’t have guessed that he would be back here so soon. His last visit had been an impromptu way to clear his head from the heavy thoughts that had been plaguing him. When he returned home from that trip, he expected to remain within the territory for some time. But instead of relaxing with family at the manor, he was picking his way through the city. Rain poured over him, the storms just as relentless now as they had been a week ago. The way the tall buildings seemed to loom over him now worked with the rain to dampen his mood further. Ehno was on a mission now, one that he never thought he would take up.
It was only hours ago when he had bumped into his hysterical sibling back at the mansion, though it seemed longer. Savina told him about what had happened to his niece, Cambria, and the drugs Naniko had apparently kept in the mansion. Naniko’s reaction to the incident shocked and infuriated him. He didn’t think that their gentle leader would be capable of such behavior. Ex-leader, he had to remind himself. The very idea of Naniko no longer presiding over the pack bothered him, and he chose not to think about it. Instead he focused on why he was there. He had decided to follow Naniko to wherever she had run off to, intending to talk some sense into her. There would be tension within the pack lands now; that much he knew. But he was also aware that there was nothing he could do about it, save for letting time heal the agitated emotional wounds Crimson Dreams now suffered.
He sighed, staggering the steady panting his breathing had become. The white-hued woman had a significant head start on him, but Ehno knew that if he wanted to catch up with her, he would have to go as quickly as he could. The sooner he found her, the better. Naniko’s behavior hurt the family of Crimson Dreams in more ways than one. Her behavior was hard enough to swallow, but now they were looking at loosing a leader and a friend. No matter how angry he was, the Chief Sergeant knew he had to try to keep the situation from getting any worse, however he could. So after exchanging words with his sister, he hastily set out into the rain, intent on following the pale lady’s scent while it was still fresh. He ran nearly the entire way, slowing his pace only a few times before arriving at the edges of Halifax. He slowed then, knowing that running through a place like this would only throw him of the trail that much easier.
He had nearly caught his breath when he arrived at a tall white house where her scent was strongest. The Marino did not hesitate as he pushed open the door and stepped into the relative darkness of the house. What he saw was a woman on the verge of giving it all up. She was vulnerable, and Ehno could not in good conscience let his anger get the best of him now. That hot, angry feeling within his chest subsided, and it was replaced by a tight, squeezing feeling of worry. He slowly approached her, carefully sitting beside her on the old couch. He carefully moved to put an arm around her shoulders. “Naniko…” he murmured, his tone sympathetic, but not entirely so. Part of him still wanted to yell, to reprimand her for her actions, but he knew the time for that was not now. If he did that, he knew it would only alienate her further, and all of the members of Crimson Dreams would be without one of their precious friends. Above all, he wanted to help her, and he knew that letting his anger get the best of him now, while she was at her breaking point, was not the way to do it.
He wouldn’t have guessed that he would be back here so soon. His last visit had been an impromptu way to clear his head from the heavy thoughts that had been plaguing him. When he returned home from that trip, he expected to remain within the territory for some time. But instead of relaxing with family at the manor, he was picking his way through the city. Rain poured over him, the storms just as relentless now as they had been a week ago. The way the tall buildings seemed to loom over him now worked with the rain to dampen his mood further. Ehno was on a mission now, one that he never thought he would take up.
It was only hours ago when he had bumped into his hysterical sibling back at the mansion, though it seemed longer. Savina told him about what had happened to his niece, Cambria, and the drugs Naniko had apparently kept in the mansion. Naniko’s reaction to the incident shocked and infuriated him. He didn’t think that their gentle leader would be capable of such behavior. Ex-leader, he had to remind himself. The very idea of Naniko no longer presiding over the pack bothered him, and he chose not to think about it. Instead he focused on why he was there. He had decided to follow Naniko to wherever she had run off to, intending to talk some sense into her. There would be tension within the pack lands now; that much he knew. But he was also aware that there was nothing he could do about it, save for letting time heal the agitated emotional wounds Crimson Dreams now suffered.
He sighed, staggering the steady panting his breathing had become. The white-hued woman had a significant head start on him, but Ehno knew that if he wanted to catch up with her, he would have to go as quickly as he could. The sooner he found her, the better. Naniko’s behavior hurt the family of Crimson Dreams in more ways than one. Her behavior was hard enough to swallow, but now they were looking at loosing a leader and a friend. No matter how angry he was, the Chief Sergeant knew he had to try to keep the situation from getting any worse, however he could. So after exchanging words with his sister, he hastily set out into the rain, intent on following the pale lady’s scent while it was still fresh. He ran nearly the entire way, slowing his pace only a few times before arriving at the edges of Halifax. He slowed then, knowing that running through a place like this would only throw him of the trail that much easier.
He had nearly caught his breath when he arrived at a tall white house where her scent was strongest. The Marino did not hesitate as he pushed open the door and stepped into the relative darkness of the house. What he saw was a woman on the verge of giving it all up. She was vulnerable, and Ehno could not in good conscience let his anger get the best of him now. That hot, angry feeling within his chest subsided, and it was replaced by a tight, squeezing feeling of worry. He slowly approached her, carefully sitting beside her on the old couch. He carefully moved to put an arm around her shoulders. “Naniko…” he murmured, his tone sympathetic, but not entirely so. Part of him still wanted to yell, to reprimand her for her actions, but he knew the time for that was not now. If he did that, he knew it would only alienate her further, and all of the members of Crimson Dreams would be without one of their precious friends. Above all, he wanted to help her, and he knew that letting his anger get the best of him now, while she was at her breaking point, was not the way to do it.