So according to local Phoenix Valley gossip and the like, the young little scamp Zana had somehow meandered her way not only away from their packlands, but straight into the rankings of the ever-fearful Inferni, or so he had assumed. How many creatures had advised him about that pack of coyotes, anyway? Adelaida had been almost petrified at the thought of Inferni and had encouraged him to keep his distance. DaVinci's romance and lover had been claimed by the lands... speaking of, he wouldn't have minded running into Ryan, anyway. She was a pleasant one to visit. He wondered why he hadn't come to wander their lands before, but as he neared Inferni two-legged and mellowed, Jefferson found himself growing all the more curious about their customs and traditions. Why was Inferni such a place to be feared?
Actually, he found it quite pleasant. The brute stopped rather suddenly when he found the borderlines, peering left to right and shrugging his shoulders. He wasn't about to summon anyone--why bother howling, anyway?--he'd more just come to see if a little Zana was romping around on her own in such foreign territory. Iskata had given up on her, and DaVinci had his own kids to worry about. Jefferson was refusing to believe he'd developed some sort of soft spot for the miscreant whelp, but had no intentions of "taking her back". Finding out that she was alive and happy, well, was all he really cared about. She wasn't his kid. He didn't need kids or more heads to keep from rolling. Hell.
He harrumphed, somewhat, and held his gaze over the snowy, foreign lands he could see one-eyed. Seemed peaceful enough. Quaint. Nothing he found fearful there, unless he wanted to take after Deuce and her maniacal rage for different blood types. Hell, Jefferson was duel-blooded and could have cared less. Had he been pureblooded wolf, the creature may have worried more about his safety, but had yet to trespass or go meandering around looking for Zana. No, perhaps he'd wait awhile, grow accustomed to the borders and the easiest path to and from Phoenix Valley. Burn some time. If someone stopped by, he could ask about her. At least he wasn't back home, having to listen to his underlings whine.