Broken Antler Fen Flawless.

She didn't trust her, naturally. It always left a sour taste in his mouth to think of how the black-crowned sea witch had managed to gather so many followers to her. Dark magic, perhaps? He'd never been a believer of such, yet the sterling yearling could draw no other conclusion.

He'd felt little concern for Vercingetorix' brood, who were surely safe at their mother's flank and secured by the ranks of whatever pack the family had found themselves in. Praimfaya called it Kaistleoki, and he clenched his jaw at her suggestion that she make the trip there to determine the wellbeing of her friends.

"She will not be far from us," the Klikalida grumbled, not at all liking the idea of his young ward venturing beyod their borders with a monster on the loose. "Even if she did believe that you are not who she thinks you are, she won't give up so easily."

He frowned. Dacio did not wish any harm to come for his former comrade's children, but he felt unwilling to put Praimfaya in danger to prevent it. "I don't doubt for a second that she would wait, knowing we would wish to warn them. If we go now, we would lead her right to them," he informed, certain that ttis particular dog would not sacrifice her bone so easily.