Rage and sorrow were a mere understatement to what he had witnessed, for all this time he had feared his nephew without having seen anything to fear. Now he knew better, now he understood clearly that sticking around Anathema was nothing more than suicide; the truth of his relation to the Rakeeb could not be hidden forever and his nephew had clearly shown and voiced his views on relatives; if Alaki found about him, he'd die and not quickly. Glancing around the cave he had livied within for a short amount of time, a small bag upon the floor before him he realised how little he had, how little he had done with his life. Sira had disappeared to, he had looked for her but there was no trace, the Nieves girl had disappeared into thin air. Everything around him was falling around and looking at the small bag, containing everything he owned he couldn't help but wonder why he had clung onto this pack so badly. Moving was so easy, change was nothing new to him and yet he was hesitant to leave.

Picking up the bag, he turned sharply and left without a word, removing himself and any signs of his existence within the caves as much as possible. He was nothing to the canines there; just another canine whom had appeared and left just as quickly, no one would remember him and everyone would forget him. His choice of where to head to was clear and easily made, the new pack; an ideal place to start a new beginning. Pale paws walked forward, moving him towards his destination at a steady pace, his head held low, dark black and red hair falling down across his face, covering both his scar and eye. Time passed as he walked in silence and soon enough he had reached their borders. Titling his head up slightly, he called out into the lands for someone to assist him.

Twisting and turning his head from where he stood, he viewed the surrounding area with little interest. One of the few things he had liked about Anathema was the mountains and the mystery they held. This place, Casa di Cavalieri as the strange woman had called it, was boring and empty to him, it didn't lure him with it's beauty like the mountains did, nor like the thick and colourful forest of where he lived before then. Yet, these new lands that lingered beyond the border of scents promised him safety and a new start two things he was in desperate need of and so whether the lands called to him or not, he hoped to call this place his new home. Waiting for someone to answer, he could help but allow his mind to wonder of, his red eye continuing to stare out ahead whilst his mind drifted into a light day dream.

But before he could delve deep into the confines of his mind and fantasy, sounds from the present drew him from the lands his mind had taken him to and it took him a second or two to focus and assess the situation he was in. Turning slightly, he raised an eyebrow out the younger lad who infuriatingly towered above him. No matter how much it irritated him, he had to tilt his head up to look the other in the eye. As the boy spoke, his curiosity instantly flared about the other's accent, but the strangers attitude squashed any thoughts of questioning the accent and instantly put the one eyed male defensive mood. “Ya, if possible I was hopin' to join Casa” he responded, using an abbreviation of the pack name, to lazy to speak the full complicated name. Silently, he waited for the boys response, hoping to dear god someone else came to where they were so he didn't have to deal with a miserable looking teenager.