The yearling’s form seemed to hesitate as Crimson Dream’s territorial claim started to overpower the usual neutral scent of general nature. His direction automatically altered so that he walked along the well marked borders instead of treading straight into the territories. He doubted it would be a big deal if he did, for his aunt (or the mate of his uncle) was the alpha female of this pack and he had been pleased to learn the name of the second in command; a female named Anu that he remembered well. Colibri’s scent touched this place as well and the boy was sincerely relieved – though he still felt guilty for not checking up on his older half-sibling better. She had left the pack according to his father and he had hoped that she had gone home to the female that had held so much love for the now ex Dahlian. The meeting had touched him – seeing someone care so for his fragile sister. He had feared Haku’s words were lies, but it seemed he had been honest for once.
He had no official business here, though he hoped to walk into someone he knew so that his mind could be distracted from all the war and misery that he was busying himself with daily. The children needed nutrition and his father demanded his presence more often than before. There was a change in the brown Rosen though. Although he had always been cruel, Conor had known that he was just a man no matter how twisted he was in his mind. Now he was not so certain anymore. Those devilish eyes were empty and it felt as if it was death itself staring out of those eyes. It made the golden male uneasy. He was here to think and had chosen to venture out and away from Dahlia de Mai in order to do so. Crimson Dreams was merely the first pack he had bumped into on his random wandering. Kaena’s words sting and twisted, for they had been true. She had told horrible tales and the moment her words had been spoken, Conor Soul knew that it was the truth. His father was mad and he was going to kill them all.
He feared for the odd family he was keeping together with Alexey and he feared for Dahlia as a pack along with all its individuals. It had grown and it seemed half of them were blindly following their blue eyed master to their own deaths. The lilac eyed yearling struggled because it was unacceptable. Something had to be done.