Stavanger Bay He who leads a war for the love of his fellow men, will defeat his enemies.

Dalia came, but not alone. The ashen youth made a bold step toward his silver sister, gray-green gaze sweeping over her figure in a brief study so he could be sure no harm had come to her, before he blinked curiously in the direction of her companion.

He wondered if this might be her 'someone' she'd spoke of at their reunion, and regarded the other male with a polite dip of his head when Dalia confirmed his suspicion. There was no time for pleasantries or even judgement, however, and Dacio turned to his elder sibling with a troubled frown.

"Rusalka are responsible for Drageda's downfall," he told her in the common tongue, as not to leave Velen in the dark. "The new scents marking your claim belong to them. Your leader...? Dalia had informed he and Opalia that her Alpha was strong and capable, though evidently not enough to protect his turf from Rusalka's wrath.

He inhaled deeply, found himself holding his breath in attempt to settle the flutter of anxiety in his belly. "You can't stay here," Dacio announced, almost insisted, before including in a tone that was more pleading: "come with me. We can help each other."