The young boy had delayed this trip for a ling time and now it was hideously late and Dahlia de Mai was suddenly in the middle of a war. He felt bad for slacking with this, but his days seemed to have been filled up with general duties. He though it odd how quickly he was rising in the ranks, though the young male actually was putting a great deal of work into his ranks and always made sure to keep busy either this or that way. Lately there had been many children to care for. Thank god that Susquehanna had arrived to stay for a while at the time she had. He had sat by Mew’s limb side and had not known what to do. Kind aunt Mew with her caring and loving heart, he could not understand why the coyotes had picked her to suffer for his father’s horrible deeds to other groups. She had taught the male how to read and taught him that not his entire family loathed him like he first had believed. She had three small children and although his face had remained carved in stone bathed with seriousness, he had wept inside for the children and their mother. It was horrible to know that she might not make it. Conor had known abandonment in his life, this several times, though he had not been confronted with death of one he considered to be close to his heart before. Firefly had left him when he was small and too young to understand what was going on. His father had never cared. Mew had cared and shown him the magic that could be found in books and she had appreciated him for who he was.
The male slowly walked until he came to the marked borders of the pack where he knew his mother lived. Hurt burned in his chest as he thought of this – that she lived so very close and did not show interest in creating some kind of relationship with her boys. It was not too long ago that he had seen his lighter mother again after several months of separation, but his heart had been bitter and he had been unable to believe in the caring tones she had used as she had uttered his name. She could not possibly believe that they thought she cared when nothing the woman did was for her sons’ sake. She had done something foolish that had ended with Conor and Emwe being handed to a bastard of a father. It had ruined Conor almost to a degree where he never would have been able to get up and create an own personality and life. He owed Alexey Koios his life, and despite he could never truly see her as his mother ever again because of the love he carried in his heart, she had been so much more of a parent than any of his twisted real ones had been. Her soft scent ticked the young male’s nostrils and he felt his golden tail rub against a hind leg. He did not wish to see her, though there was of course the part of her that did. He wanted his mother back, but at the same time he knew that too much time had passed by and it was not possible for them to tie any sort of relationship without the aching bitterness in the young male’s heart.
The boy stopped by the northern borders of Cour de Miracles and rested for a few moments, going over some of the things he wanted to take up with whoever it was. The main topic would be Night Thames and her whereabouts. He knew that the black child had carried the scent of Cour de Miracles and he wondered why this was. Why had no one come to retrieve her? Had she truly been a loner child allowed to leave her former pack despite her age? He wanted to know why she had ended up in Dahlia de Mai and if this pack did not know her new whereabouts already then the young Mai would let them know. She was an odd one, the puppy, and he had determined though reading and observation that she had a horrible syndrome that prevented pain from being registered in her system. This was horrible and neither he nor Alexey had the ability to watch the adventurous puppy every moment because of Mew’s litter. Susquehanna meant that Mew could pull through this tragedy, but for now her children lived with Conor and Alexey. Conor also played with the thought of moving location now when it was official that Dahlia de Mai and Inferni had gone to war against each other. He did not wish to have any participation in this conflict, but his loyalty with Dahlia made the choice whether getting involved or not so hard. His father had started to gather dark minions and Conor did absolutely not feel at ease anymore, though he would do everything he could to protect the beings that were dear to him. Alexey wanted to move into the city in the middle of the territory and he wished for this too. Soon they would set off and leave the house where he had spent half his childhood.
The male finally let out a howl and sat down filled with patience. His howl had called for a leader, though it had not been overly specific because he knew not of the individuals here. He did not know who was alpha and if he had any sub-leaders. He just wished for a person that would know of Night and could answer the questions he wanted to ask them. If necessary then he could probably also warn them about the raging war that had come out of nowhere. Conor had never met one of the Inferni coyotes and had not known how tense things were until his aunt had been lethally injured and his father had spoken to his new, mindless minions about war and blood and glory.