It had become clear to him over time that Magpie and that boy she brought to him, Lefteris, were more than just ‘friends’. Not so much in the romantic sense perhaps, but Zanon could tell they sported a bond similar to what he shared with his own Mara Sov. They had been residing in the forest on the edges, of the pack, staying there longer than he would have wished and leaving his scent thick on the Enocra-Taviora border. He had planned to leave long before then find a new pack to set up in, but which and why was becoming more difficult. Not just that though, but Magpie found him another little body to take care of and watch over and the child required a mother still something she couldn’t quite do. His nose had wrinkled, but she had found the child a foster mother for feeding while they stayed further rooting them to the spot for even longer. Sure they were welcome in Taviora, but Zanon couldn’t stay in the peace loving lands for long when there was a bastard running his home.

Of course though when you stayed in one place for too long you were bound to start drawing attention. Zanon always knew loners would get stolen and shepherded here and there, but it brought him to boil when he found out one of HIS wolves had been the one taken away and by a very familiar scent no less. Of course Magpie was beside herself, it was her imprint, but Zanon had ordered her to stay, which he very well couldn’t enforce, while he got Lefteris back. He had caught up to the Thief a snarl crossing his maw, some words were exchanged then a fight had broken out between them with Lefteris’ freedom being on the line. Cuiass was very confident that he would win, but Zanon wasn’t about to give the male that satisfaction. Zanon had trained, had grown and he would show the red male he was different, stronger more refined than he had been at a child since he was finally nurtured by a real teacher.

He had won.

He panted slightly, a little worse for wear, of course he had some wounds bleeding but none of them stopped him from getting to the border and calling to Lefteris to leave, now. No one could or would stop him, a deals a deal and Zanon had won. WIth his captor out of the way and punished for his deeds the muddy looking boy was free to go. A bit battered now all he could do was wait for his charge to come to them and then they could go back to Magpie. One thing was for sure, pup or not, they were finding a pack soon as they got home. It would not be Iromar or Taviora, and Asteraia just marked itself off his list as well. Made things simple, but he had to see where he would best fit with this odd band of misfits he had gathered up for himself. Soon as they were back, they would be leaving.