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-521- He had very much wanted to speak with the Rosea at the meeting, but he hadn’t dared. It hadn’t been the best of moments, just a couple of days earlier he had been accepted, and though he had dared to utter his mind out to the others, a private conversation with the alpha on a matter that he had no insight on, had just seemed wrong. So he had waited, he had used his time exploring, meeting up with other pack members, meeting up with wolves who knew the history of this place and the history behind the war between the wolves and the coyotes. But time had passed, and now, the scent of the Rosea had started to fade in Dahlia. There wasn’t time to sit around anymore, it wouldn’t be long now before someone in the pack went on and did something stupid. He cursed himself for not speaking up at the meeting, for not running after her, for not offering his services there and then. Information collecting was not compared to the fact that the wolves in his pack needed some serious combat training. Nearly all of them were shifters, but it didn’t seem like none of them had weapons or even knowledge of the objects. How could the be at war, how could they go to war when they weren’t prepared? He hoped he wasn’t too late. He searched the whole of Dahlia for her, it was now night, and he had still not seen her. Where had she gone to? For hours now he had followed a frail trace, followed it and ended up on soiled ground. The stink of blood had seeped into the ground. The traces of the fight had been washed away by the rain, and the last drop of blood had been licked up by the grass. But the stench was still there, the actions of the fight had still been lingering in the air. From the Dampwoods, the trail had led him down south again. He was starting to get tired. But he couldn’t stop now, he had heard the whispers in the pack, he knew they had started getting agitated, no Rosea, only a Lilium that called for blood, they wanted to do something, he could see it in their eyes. To his luck, the scent of the Rosea had started to get stronger, but so had the scent of other wolves too. He didn’t want to intrude, but he had to speak with Cercelee, she had to come back. The midnight-blue male stood there at the boarder of Twilight Vale for a couple of minutes, he sniffed the ground, he went in circles around himself not really knowing what to do. He took a deep breath and looked up at the dark sky, he let his instincts take over and a deep howl could be heard leaving his throat and pushing itself out of his mouth. Another one followed. They were long and calling. If Cercelee was anywhere to be found, it had to be here. Hopefully she wasn’t too hurt, hopefully she would hear his calling. If not, someone else would sure have, and maybe they knew. With light steps he crossed the boarder, the old warrior wasn’t afraid of confrontation, he had speed and agility on his side, not to mention experience. If his alpha was too hurt to move, he would find her, all she needed do was answering his call. |