It had been a few day's since he had seen the little sparrow. Her bright shining eyes, the ones that even a summer sunlit forest couldn't compare to, he still didn't understand this, she was almost like an obsession, he would follow her for hours, watching her every move, smelling her in the wind, nearly tasting her on his tongue. He knew he could have her, that should would let him, but it was much more fun this way, and when he felt that she suspected something of his game, he would leave her alone, this time it was a little longer then normal. Today he took the long trek from her last destination to this one, a strange place made of ice, there were tree's below his feet, it was very very... odd To be standing above something only the birds understood. Something in the air was wrong. He couldn't place it, but he had traced Fell here, she had to be around here somewhere, at this point he was slow in pace, trying to get a better grasp on the old scent, he was much further behind then he realized, and the sharp, faint scent of blood was in the air, the longer he followed, the stronger is got. And then. There it was. He stared at it for a moment, trying to comprehend what he saw. There was a pool of blood, a puddle that stained the ground painfully, Dexter cocked his head as he slowly followed the trail, more and more blood began to appear, and soon chunks of fur along with it. Furrowing his eyebrows he stopped, he knew he should keep moving, but he couldn't, paralyzed his body suddenly ached. That buzzing became gunshots (if he knew what they sounded like), reverberating through his skull, he bent his head towards the ground, his head throbbing as he clenched his eyes and jaw shut. That ache spread through his body, lightening bolts of agony pulsating through his heart. What was this? What were these feelings? It hurt, he felt his back arch as he swung his head back and forth, trying to shake the pain. Who was this girl to make him feel this way? To send these unbearable feelings through a body that had none, why did she matter at all? He didn't know, but Dexter was fairly certain he would find out, and he'd be damned if he just let her go without finding out why. The massive beast was exactly that at that moment. A beast that stood tall and proud, baby blue eyes mad and wild as his jowls parted, saliva falling freely from his mouth, snarls and growls emitted from his throat as he trotted along the path of her blood and fur, each paw step towards her sent him just a little more crazy, his snarls and growls echoing through the wasteland. Was this love? Speech,

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The man wandered far from Ludicael's borders. Leaving the now familiar grounds he roamed without actually staying in the pack. Though his family had chosen to live in Ludicael, he and Legend had not yet chosen to give their commitment to the pack. Though his commitment and loyalties lied entirely to his family alone, he did not care much for the pack itself. It had not seemed like a place he wanted to be, and he was not too keen on committing to a pack that he knew nothing about. Not to mention with having just left his old pack not too long ago, he began to enjoy the freedom of being a rogue. Likewise, Legend felt the same. He and his brother had gained some bonding time together, and that's just how Howl had wanted it. For now though, Howl left Legend back near Ludicael lands as he went off to find out news of the world. He heard tales of an upcoming war, though he was sure that Ludicael would not be attending. However, just to be sure he wanted to speak with his family and ensure that they would not be going if Ludicael was called on. It wasn't long before he came upon Northern lands, and instantly the stench of blood reached his nostrils. He knew the northern lands were dangerous, but honestly he thought that without valid reason nobody could engage him in a fight. And if he ran into a Glaciem wolf, then he would talk his way or fight his way. He would not be forced into a harem pack even as a prisoner. Even with those nagging thoughts, the curiosity of the spilled blood drove him forward to investigate. And before long, he could hear the sounds of anger echoing througout the land. What in the world was it? Perhaps the wolf whose blood was shed on the ground? It was evident that whoever blood this was, a lot of it had been spilled. And obviously, it seemed forced to whatever fate awaited it. He was sure Glaciem had something to do with it, after all...they always played a part in foul play. At long last his hazel eyes fell on a strangely marked man, and Howl sensed something strange about him. He approach with care, keeping his distance should the stranger turned on him. But all he wanted to do was to find out if he was okay, or if he needed help in some way. "You look like you're about to rip out the devils throat...Do you know what happened here?" he would ask in an unchallenging tone, indicating towards the blood and fur across the ground. Speech,

As the monster raged he continued to look at the trail of blood the was laid out before him. A barrage of scent's plagued his brain, the faint scents of Felicita, A male, the blood, and a strange scent, one he assumed was pack, and now this male's scent and the scent of his pack was logged into his brain. He heard the paw steps behind him and he stilled, sharp blue eyes jetting to the direction of the sound, over his shoulder he watched, praying that this was the culprit of the loss and harm of Fell. To his dismay it wasn't, it was a male, smaller then himself but not by much, a pretty boy to say the least. The male slid up to him gracefully as he uttered concerned words. The newcomer uttered words of ripping the devils throat out and Dexter had nothing but a growled response for him, If the devil were here... It would be done... He turned his head back to the days old massacre before him, staring at the mixture of blood and hair, he felt a shiver run down his spine, a mixture of anger and his darkness came rising. Turning his eyes back to the male without moving his head he dipped it down, as if trying to keep his cool. Only from what I can piece together... Some man took her... He hurt her, this is her blood... Felicita... He rumbled, he stood tall, then he narrowed his eyes at the other. We have to find her... I'm behind... I have to go find her... The man rambled in almost a delirious state, the pressure of this woman being taken was taking its toll, he had known her only for a few days and she had gotten under his fur like this... He had to find out why. Speech,

The scent of blood lingered within his nose as the man before him would turn his way. Apprehension gripped him, though he did not let it show. He smirked at the response concerning the devil, but quickly replaced the gesture with seriousness as the male continued on. He seemed crazed, intent on finding the one he called Felicita. So this blood belonged to a girl he knew? He stared back at the man when he turned towards him with narrowed eyes, Howl's own eyes narrowing as well though not in a challenging manner, moreso in a concerned fashion. "If help is what you seek in tracking someone down then I can offer it. I am bound to no one at the moment, and frankly I have no care in the world what happens to me." he would reply bluntly with little emotion as he moved forward. His nose shuffling around in the cold ground as he took in the scent of the womans blood and the scent of the supposed man who took her. A slight growl rose in his throat, who the hell would do such a thing? Instantaneously, one thought in mind would draw him forth. The scent belonged to a Glaciem wolf, and his hackles would rise. He heard from his siblings that that particular pack caused trouble to no end, and of course it would be them who did this crime. "The one you seek resides in Glaciem...it has the pack scent all over it." He turned to him, a questioning look in his eyes as if asking what he would do now that he knew this knowledge. Talk like this

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::ooc:: Dragon you can slaughter me for this, for some reason, everytime I went to post I got really anxious and couldn't, it was strange lol ::ic:: The other male offered his help and told Dexter he was bound to no one, this was good, any help was good help. His mind raced in a way it never had before, and a rage flooded over him momentarily, a rage fueled by the lack of understanding for this mess in his head. Her was able to shove these flames away, he would pull them from under his fur later when he was alone, The pale male with the socks sent his nostrils over the ground, cold breaths were taken as he heard a growl from him. Dexter didn't like the placement of this sound and he furrowed his eyebrows more, if that were even possible, before he could ask what, he received his answer. "The one you seek resides in Glaciem...it has the pack scent all over it." He tilted his large cranium slightly as he absorbed the name, and though the scent was old, he tried to see if more was to be known from the slaughter scene before him. Can you tell whether there was more then one attacker? Whether they were male or female...? He was desperate at this point, Felicita had been the only thing since his mother to show affection towards the cold hearted gargoyle, save for his family, what he remembered of his mother, what little it was, the guiding hands of his father, and the rough edges of his sister, his other siblings mattered not to him, they were nothing but fodder for the fire, a cover story for the lies they hid. He needed to know more, he gave the male a few long seconds to take in his hurried words before he asked another, Do you know where this Glaciem place is? I have to find it, her... I have to save her... Those blue eyes bore into the male with such a fierce intensity, without the snarls, growls, or snapping teeth, he was a creature to fear, and now he had a purpose, a cause, he would go as far as he needed to find her, even if it was just to understand that she was no more then just a friend, he would discover her. He turned the burning gaze of the raging sea in his eyes to the splatter on the ground, his head was paralyzed with one question, he didn't want it there, but it's all there was, that and the blood. Sometimes blood brought him to peace, quelling the bee's that swarmed around his gray matter, and other's, it was near terrifying, paralyzing him with something that might have been an inkling of fear, but not for the situation, not for him, but for Felicita, and he almost hated this, and not her, nothing about her, but himself, how this made him feel, how she could do this to him when he had killed his own brother. He looked away from the splatter gravely, staring at the man, his mane bristling unconsciously, those bright blue eyes empty of anything but confusion. Do you think she's still alive...?

Howl kept wary eyes on the stranger. He looked like he was ready to rip out the devil's throat and take out his fury on all the gods of the world. Cautiously, Howl decided to get a little closer to get a better scent of the scene. Ears motioning in the direction of the white pelted male as he listened to his questions. Snuffling for a moment more upon the cold ground, he would then look up to stare at him. Hazel eyes betraying nothing but the concern he now felt. "As far as I can tell, it was one attacker. A male. Definitely Glaciem." He responded in short statements. He would watch the male intently and curiously, wondering what significance this scene held for him. Howl would move a little farther, nose to the ground as he tracked the scent's direction. It was easy for him to track, after all, he had the practice from tracking down his siblings. Especially Anthem. It was a crucial skill of his, for if his brother ever went missing and got lost, Howl would need to use this skill to track him. Luckily, it hadn't come to that just yet. But it did here. Stopping several yards from the enraged male, he'd lift his head to stare in the direction of the far North. "Yeah, I know where Glaciem is. But I'd be careful if I were you, that Alpha is hell's demon. A trickster and a cheat, and his pack is the same way. It may seem like he's promising you something, but he twists his words...he takes prisoners, and only uses others to his benefit. Watch yourself around them at all times. And he's easily provoked, especially when he feels threatened." He turned to look at the distraught male, a seriousness in his eyes. He had heard the rumors, everyone in Alacritis knew of the albino's reputation. Of the ice packs reputation. He hoped for the sake of this man that the girl he sought was alive. "If Isardis finds this woman valuable, then he will keep her prisoner, and most likely force breed her. So I'd say she is alive...unless she decides to fight back." Talk like this