Istas wasn’t sure what to make of that day in Taviora… what was more his own mentality was… failing him. It seemed his father had a way of gripping them all. Wraith, though he claimed he wasn’t being bothered by drugs still had something seemingly off about him. Since then Istas too had been a bit mentally unstable… and perhaps that was what caused him to lash out at the one thing that was good in his life. The red and white male he had been bonding with, taught how to love and thus filling his starved affections was gone now leaving him alone and oddly empty. It hurt that he left that day, angry Istas assumed and he hadn’t seen him since. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to see him again after what had transpired. He wasn’t sure what Renegade even wanted that day he got mad at him, he wasn’t feeling right after chasing down, and failing to catch, his target. But he did get information that day. She is there, but why still yet to be seen.

Now that he finally felt better Istas moved back to the marsh that forever had been his home. It had been quite some time since he had been here though, as a spy he didn’t want to smell like any particular land, so he reported here when necessary and that was it. Today he figured it was time to report to one of the higher ups, Aithne or maybe even Andras if he was around so he at least knew where his daughter had gone too. It didn’t really matter, he just wanted to pass the information on then he didn’t know what. Probably do another job, maybe finish this one more completely. He could always go back, unless the girl sought fit to tell the border patrol not to allow him access. He didn’t know there was a lot to consider if he were to try again. For now though he had to content himself with this partial knowledge and impart it to someone else. He could always machinate something later if need be.

For now the ghostly wolf simply moved over the lands, hoping he would come across the ones he sought. They were around, he could smell them, but this land always did have its many hiding places and bad smells to mask those he wanted. Istas was in no hurry… after all who did he have to see anymore, where did he have to go. No where… to no one. He was alone and perhaps it was simply his fate being a spy not to have any ties forever and always, family, friends, whatever he and Renegade were. It was probably for the best.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why