Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

The aftermath of his rise had been frought with resistance, and when he woke that morning it was after a sleep plagued by doubt. Nobody had come for him in his sleep which was a good sign, but the day was young and now that Firefly was awake and roaming - doing his usual duties - he fell in to the routine that he'd fashioned over the past few weeks. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to confront Caiaphas and explain himself; thus he went hunting for her, and when her trail led away from the Sound he picked up his pace. Hopefully his challenge did not make her want to leave. Rusalka would be forever changed if the crone were to depart from them - and it had not been his intention to drive her off.

As Firefly followed along the woman's trail he came across the scent of other wolves; firstly he noticed the umistakeable scent of Drageda. The unfamiliar scent mixed in to the air was, for that moment anyway, ignored. He would not let harm come to the demoted Alpha, he respected her too much. She was family. Even if he'd taken her crown, there was that.

Firefly came up alongside Caiaphas in the next moment. She was poised on a small rise and was watching something, but he chuffed to her just to be sure she didn't get startled from her post. Then, in silence, Firefly observed what she was watching - and saw the pissant who had visited them months ago. He couldn't help but grimace.