Where is he? Ruby gaze laid claim on the land as she delicately flitted from rock to rock, trying her best to avoid stepping in the gross...swamp gunk. And why did I come here? She huffed in annoyance, poor choice for her first investigation of seeking out her brethren. She knew Basil had come to these lands, but the others? They seemed scattered, but in due time she was sure they would rise up and claim everything as theirs. Her main focus now was looking for them, but if she couldn't find them then...perhaps matters would be taken in her own paws. As her mind became focused on thoughts of finding others of the Clan, she would end up miscalculating her next jump. Before she knew it, her front paws slipped around the other side of the rock she was jumping to, and she would make an awkward landing in the mud. Surprised and then grossed out, the raven haired woman immediately tried to scramble back on the rock, but her snow marked paws were coated in black and green mud. "Che fortuna! Questo è disgustoso!" Crap...now where to clean off...

Translation: What luck! This is disgusting!

Basileus stilled as a familiar voice in italian reached his ears. Of all the dumb luck... Any other time when faced with the woman who wanted to play gangster he'd have immediately turned around and walked away, but since learning about the fate of the Cosca from Vincenzo he'd grown desperate to find his comrades. He didn't know who lived and who did not. Perhaps she traveled with others. With an odd mixture of reluctance and eagerness knotting his chest Basileus made his way towards the woman. The stink of rotting plants filled the air and made scenting difficult, so he couldn't immediately tell if she was alone or with others. He was really hoping for others. The woman wasn't even a true member, a true brother, as it were. In the grand scheme of things she was a pawn, a simple, pretty-faced tool. The only reason she was as well known as she was, was because she was a rarity. Pushing through a feted tangle of droopy plants brought him nearly face to face with the woman. Dryly he parted with the words, "Che palle! Il fango..it non ha rispetto."