A plan. At long last, he had a plan of action. His meeting with Zelda had rekindled his spark and he wasted no time in setting things in motion. The pair of russet wolves parted ways only a few minutes ago, she returning to Taviora and he making his way towards Diveen. It seemed Blackthorne and the white king, Arturio, weren't the greatest of friends. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Halcyon thought. He had met the white wolf only once, after leaving Asteraia in his paws. From what he could gather, Arturio was a good and honorable wolf. He reminded Halcyon of his departed father, which only made him shine brighter in his eyes. It was time to speak with him about his relationship with the vile king of the swamp and see if he was willing to aid the red rogue in his infiltration of the pack.

Ame would be the next wolf he would need to meet with. The wisest wolf he knew and, thankfully, his oldest friend. Together they were the brains and brawn and Hal knew he would need the gray wolf if he was going to succeed. As he was planning, his paws carried him aimlessly towards the badlands. He turned slightly and a gust of wind brought a scent to his nose that made him stop in his tracks. At first, he thought it was the smell of a stranger, but hidden within the aroma was that of his mate, Aster. Was she here?! Why was she so close to Iromar? Hadn't Zelda just told him she was in the forest pack with Archana? Seconds later, a howl drifted on the winds to him, coming from the same direction as the scent.

It hadn't taken Halcyon long to find the mysterious wolf. After the summon was received, he bolted on swift paws towards the summoner. Panting, the small wolf skidded to a halt a few feet away from the stranger. Ignoring him for a moment, he gazed around the area in the hopes of spotting his mate. He missed her dearly and his heart wanted nothing more than to be with her. But, of course, she was nowhere to be found. There was only the lone wolf, sitting by the riverside. And his scent was mixed heavily with Asters. Ears pinned back in suspicion, Halcyon trotted forward to stand behind the wolf. "Who are you?" he barked. "And why is Aster's scent on you?