Once he got Tuari safely back to Taviora, he made sure all the children were safe and accounted for before heading back over the borders into the free lands. He was tired of hearing all the rumors of death and kidnappings. He needed to do something to put a stop to it. Or at least slow it down. He trudged down to the riverbanks of the Aplos River, scowling as he followed its winding path with his eyes all the way down into the smoggy swamps of Iromar. He really wanted to do some scouting out that way but he knew it would be too dangerous. Not that he ever hesitated in the face of danger but there was no need to go racing in. Not when he needed to do some tracking first. This was as good a place to start as any. Maybe he'd even pick up some rumors on a specific wolf wrecking havoc or something. He knew it wasn't all pack wolves causing the trouble.

He started sniffing the ground around the banks but mostly it was just Iromar wolves coming from their pack lands that he picked up on. Nothing too mysterious or nefarious about that. So he moved further north, following the path an Iromar wolf would take to get to the other free lands. He knew further north was Spirane but he wasn't too concerned with them. Daenerys and her descendents had always been peaceful. He kept checking around for other wolves, hoping to find the scent of blood, no matter how faint. He needed to go back to his roots when reading blood was his true passion and crimes were his paradise.