unable to bind.mated to none.father to Eztli, Lixue, Petra, Citlalli, & Itzel.Taviora

At least he could learn a little bit more about the monster everyone seemed to hate so much that used to rule Iromar. This wolf obviously hated him just as much and with just cause. Apparently the guy was known for bedding females then leaving them to pick up the pieces when they got pregnant and had his children. He wondered how many of them were scattered throughout the free lands and pack lands. That was no way to grow up. And then you see stuff like this. Really goes a long way to show why so many despised the male. He glanced around at the bones once more before turning back to Jackdaw. He could tell he was no fan of the guy either. The male seemed to sense my hesitation because he assured me that he wouldn't force the boy to go anywhere. He just wanted to tell his alpha that he had seen him and he was okay. Dexter nodded.

"I understand."

He met his gaze evenly to let the male know that he was taking him at his word and he expected him to do as he said before picking up a bone and heading toward Taviora. As they got close, he kept glancing over at Jackdaw, wondering what he was thinking so hard about. But soon enough the trees and familiar landscape was in sight and he slowed down, ready to set the bone down and call out for the boy. He glanced back over at Jackdaw when he said he hoped the boy wouldn't be put off by his scent. He took a whiff and wrinkled his nose. Yeah, he did smell an awful lot of the marshlands but surely the boy wouldn't think that badly of his home, right? He could only wait and find out. He didn't know much of the boy now that he thought about it. He had only found him pacing and anxious by the borders and found that he wanted to help him. He didn't even get the boy's name before running off to try to find his sister. Hopefully this wouldn't be her in his mouth.

As his call echoed through the pack lands, he hoped the boy would recognize his voice and come to see him. Hopefully he wouldn't be heartbroken that he didn't find a live sister but bones of a young female that might or might not be related to him. But the bones had to be a clue. The death happened around the same time as the sister's disappearance from his timeline. When he caught sight of the boy coming, his tail gave a gentle wag to encourage the boy. He would protect him as if he were an official member of the pack and if he didn't want to go anywhere then Dexter would make sure he stayed. The boy looked from him to Jackdaw and he saw the wariness in the boy's eyes. He must smell Iromar on him. It looked like he wasn't looking to go home at all, or he just thought Jackdaw had come with bad news or something. Then the boy saw the skull at his paws and he saw a shift in the boy's demeanor. He definitely knew who it was but whether he would tell them was a different story.

Dexter tilted his head some and pricked his ears. At the boy's question, he nudged the skull forward a little.

"I found old blood and bones in the Grotto. Whoever this was, was killed gruesomely. She was young, probably about your sister's age. Can you tell if it's her? I just wanted to make sure. I checked around Iromar too but so far all I've found is cold trails. If this isn't her then I'll continue from the crime scene and follow it till I find something. I ran into Jackdaw at the Grotto and he just wanted to check in on you. You are Aranck's son, right? It occurred to me that I didn't even know your name when he asked about you. The new alpha in Iromar, Pine, wanted to make sure you were okay."

He knew it was a lot to take in so he stopped to let the boy process it all. He watched carefully for reactions. He wasn't giving up on the search and he wanted the boy to know that. He just might need more information to go on this time so he can narrow down the search. He just knew somehow these bones had to have something to do with his sister. They had to lead somewhere.