Great Bear Wilderness Heaven can't help you now

In light of Ingram's passing, the ashen Klikalida was more watchful over his young charge than usual. To know that Praimfaya had lost not one but both of her parents pained him in his own private way, especially considering the wound left by losing her mother had barely the opportunity to close when her father's life was snuffed. Fuck, the death of Portia still felt so raw to Dacio - he couldn't even imagine how the aspiring commander might feel.

Dacio followed her trail when he detected a sniff of her on the air, veering toward the fen's outskirts with the Hope's of joining her on a simple border patrol. He would offer a sympathetic ear if she required it, perhaps even a sparring lesson to take her mind off recent misfortune.

When he found her, she was not alone. Two strangers stood before her and, lingering near the Worlida's side was the stoic Aleks. Dacio moved in closer, keen to assert himself if the need were to arise but driven mostly by a desire to protect his kru. A pair of rogues wouldn't attempt anything outrageous with three Roangeda wolves so near, right?