Broken Antler Fen winter will feed on the warmth of your things

He went at once, abandoning his pursuit of @Opalia to venture from the heart of their territory to the Northernmost border. Unsure what he might find waiting there, Dacio approached with a preparation to run any rogues off should the need arise. More innocently it could be potential recruits, having heard Roangeda's announcement of claim? Though with all the latest drama that swarmed his life, it wouldn't surprise him to find Rusalka cur lurking near his turf.

What he did find surprised him, and the furrowing of his brow relaxed as recognition crept onto his features. A pair of wolves from the mist by the lake, perhaps seeking further information on those responsible for Vercingetorix' murder. They'd been keen to keep that particular hunt under their control when last Dacio crossed paths with them, something he felt content to allow, but it was his headstrong Worlida who was keen to investigate for herself.

"Hei," the sterling yearling announced his usual greeting, "it is good to see your faces more clearly this time." A ghost of a smile then, to accompany to amused twitch of his tail-tip. "What brings you to the fen?"