He had put this off for far too long now. The light hint of blood was detected from time to time now. Some of the Dahlians had already started to raid the borders and attack the coyotes. Alexey, Conor and the children had already moved into a more secure home close to the heart of Dahlia de Mai. He wanted to protect them all, but could not. Night seemed unable to understand the importance in some of the matters the adults spoke to her about. Without the ability to feel pain she had no way of realizing the urgency in dangerous matters. Although both Alexey and Conor tried to keep an eye on the black child she seemed to magically slip away nevertheless. He could not follow her around twenty four seven, but he wished he could. Now he had left Alexey and the children behind and travelled east until Dahlia’s scent was gone and replaced by the unmistakable scent of clan lands. He knew that this could turn out to be a quite foolish move, but he could not sit idly in Dahlia and witness the two groups wrong each other. He was ignorant, did not know much of the reasons for the outbreak of the war, but he knew there was more to it. He would not swallow Haku’s words and hate and turn against the clan with fire in his eyes. The clan had almost killed a person that the golden male loved, but he refused to let hate consume his senses.

He stopped as the strength of the clan’s presence started to burn in his nose. He knew that he held no rights here and would not dream of breaking into the clan lands and worsening his already slim chances of survival. He had not found the strength to tell Alexey where he was going today. He knew that it would have brought tears into her amber eyes and he would not have been able to go through with this had she said no. His golden head lifted and he let out a wolfish howl and let it fade away in the growing morning light. His song had requested a leader, but he doubted they walked about alone in such times. He decided against sitting down to make himself more comfortable. The only thing that could save him was absolute submission whenever a coyote approached. Already his wolfish form seemed to cower before the clan lands. Golden ears were pushed against his silky furred skull and his tail was well tucked between his hind legs. Lilac eyes danced across the enemy scenery, but were ready to shoot down to the ground the moment a clan member was to appear.