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

The name meant nothing to him, and it occured to him then that he didn't know any of the Rusalka dogs as more than that. He frowned thoughtfully, trying to place this particular name to a face from the raid of Drageda's turf, but he failed and decided that it didn't matter. They were all enemies to him, and would be until his dying day.

"Home," he ssuggested with a proud cant of his muzzle in the direction of the Northern shores where his heart would always long for, then looked back at Dalia as he considered that she no longer thought of Dragoncrest as such and had not for some time. "Toward the cliffs where we were born. We can gather allies and drive Rusalka out. Drageda may have retreated, but we are still here." He could not - would not - leave Drageda's memory to rot in a graveyard, where Blackhead and her rogues could venture as they pleased.

Velen voiced his discomfort at abandoning the search for his brother, which he understood. Dacio would never leave Opalia to the wilds had she been in this position, and doubted she would abandon him. "We can aid the search," he agreed, "@Opalia and I, we will do what we can to help before we leave for the cliffs?" So far, it would seem to Stormrift's wolves that Ford had simply vanished. There was little that Dacio and his sister could do, but his offer of two additional noses and sets of paws was all he could give for the time being.