Whitefish River flares like a supernova

The land appeared barren, with the stench of damp and decay causing his nose to wrinkle. While he doubted very much that they would find any real suggestion of where Kaistleoki might've moved on to, he quietly considered the possibility of these stagnant pools harbouring all sorts of nasty sickness. Dacio felt a sudden urge to be gone from the land, swiftly making their way homeward.

A charcoal ear rotated to hear what the young Worlida had to say of Aure, and it was news to him that she'd been separated from Verx. Surprise lifted his brow as he shifted his head to look upon Praimfaya, recalling his discussion with the hunters he'd seen at the lake. They'd shared that Vercingetorix' family were safe, collectively. Might they have lied to him to keep him quiet, out of their way?

"It's possible. The wolves I met when I went to look for Verx told me that Aure and the cubs were safe," he twitched a whisker, "though they were unwilling to share their location and asked that we look no further, for they felt it possible that we might lead Blackhead right to them. Do you think they may belong to Moonspear, then? They were eager to avenge Verx, said the pups were the ones to locate their father's body." Dacio had no real knowledge of the local packs, and fancied an opportunity to seek the raveness and her kin when the dust came to settle.