He knew he could get into trouble, that he was traipsing into enemy ground just now, but that didn’t stop him. Morning was just barely breaking but Lysander had been up for hours, stealing out of his cabin as soon as he had wakened and moving with a purpose. Too much time had passed since he had seen Conor and Emwe. Was big Oliver and little Jake okay? If Alexey saw him here, or one of the leaders, or the children’s real parents, there might be trouble. Might be. No one had come to him, said anything, and too much time had passed. No one in Phoenix Valley had scolded him, and no one from Dahlia de Mai had come knocking at his door either. Off the hook perhaps, and Lysander went under that assumption as he walked over the invisible border and let himself in.
Trees, trees and more trees. That was about all there was that Lysander could see. The big husky brute had no idea how to navigate the packlands, but he guessed it must be large. Conor and Emwe had talked about a human town, two of them in fact, that the packlands encompassed and that they lived there. Despite being in Dahlia de Mai territory, Lysander saw no town and certainly no sign of the boys. In his lupus form he did not grow tired so easily moving about, and so he decided, he had all day to figure out where his boys lived and to try to see them, or to seize what other adventures Dahlia de Mai had in store for him. He continued on, passing more trees, it seemed an endless forest that he had entered.