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Keeping the meeting and any feelings he has about whatever news comes vague!

Once settled back in the belly of Rusalka, who now goes by the name of Sapphique - a name he was uncertain whether he liked more than its previous one, or less so - Rosencrantz began his journey back along the beach to search for the lost child. There were many here now to watch the borders while he would be gone for a few days, preferably back with a precious little gift to offer to the child's adoptive mothers, a way to give back after vanishing for longer than expected. He was once again at the bottom of the totem pole, and though he disliked it, and disliked the posturing the other white male had given him at the meeting, the snowy beast would gain respect a different way this time than to fight his way to gain respect from the wives and any others within the pack.

While heading out, along his path was a stranger. One who smelled nothing like Sapphique, nor did they seem comfortable on its borders. With a hardened stare, he continued to close the distance. A throated chuff to announce his presence to the stranger before breaking the silence. You are at the gates of Sapphique. State your reasoning. Lacking the lips to hold back a strand of saliva, clear liquid oozed from the side that lacked a face and dribbled to the ground as he waited for a reply. A calm settling over the warrior for now. He was no leader, nor did he hold the same title as before... but he would still weed out the unworthy who would simply waste Rosalyn and Erzulie's time when the opportunity arose.