All was quite, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Halcyon knew he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't stop himself. It had been several moons since the death of the great Empress and Emperor of Iromar and the rest of Moladion seemed to have carried on without them. Some were still struggling with the loss, but they had managed to escape and let their grieving hearts mourn. But one poor soul had not been so lucky. Aster had tried to save her brother, but could not bring him with her during the exodus.

Poor Lazarus must have been so scared and confused! Even though he had failed them, Halcyon still held true to his promise that he would protect the royal family from any harm. He hadn't been there for Aithne and Praetor. He had only arrived at the last minute for Aster, making sure she was safe within the boarders of Glorall. Now, he was determined to find the young prince and see him to safety.

None had known of his plan, not even he had until his travels had brought him closer to Iromar. As night grew closer, so did Halcyon. Using every bit of stealth, he crept his way up the the boundaries of the swamp lands and waited. He had heard several voices pass by his hiding spot, some new and some he recognized. Each one an enemy until proven otherwise. Still he waited even as the sun set and the sky burst forth thousands of stars.

Only when he was sure that the wolves living under the Traitorous King were fast asleep did the young rebel leave his safe spot. With silent paws, he trespassed deep into enemy territory. Every sense was active. Eyes watched for any signs of moment. A blade of grass twitched in the wind, causing the wolf to pause instantly. Ears moved wildly in all directions in the hopes of catching any approaching sounds. All of his muscles were tense, ready to spring at a moment's notice to take him far away from danger.

Most importantly, his nose was working over time, trying to pinpoint Lazarus out of the dozens of others. He would catch it for a moment before it faded. Surely the young prince was still here, hiding away and keeping himself out of trouble. Once he found him, Halcyon would spirit him away and take him to a safer place. Maybe Zelda would take the puppy in! Yes, it would be a long journey for the child, but the guardian would protect him along the way. Of course, Halcyon had no idea just how ill the boy was. He didn't know that the prince could never travel that far and that he was actually safest in Iromar.

The night continued on, but still the intruder had not managed to locate his target. Time was running out and in his haste, he allowed himself to become sloppy. What were once careful steps were now rushed and noisy. He was not looking out as much as he should have been. Traveling within the center of the pack, his chances of escape were slim should he be caught by a wolf who would rather tear him apart then chase him away. Still, Halcyon continued to search, determined to fulfill his promise to the only wolf who had ever been as close to him as his own mother.