He and Gwynevere had parted ways and however mutual it was his heart still hurt as he left Hallowed lands. He walked for as long as he could, leaving Auster far behind as his tall frame brought him to the northern reaches. In his travels he had heard that distant relatives had started a pack up here. He had no knowledge of their relations with his previous pack as curiosity got the better of him. Ysmir thought perhaps there was a chance that some of his immediate family had found their way here.

Krah, his arctic fox, seemed much more at home here in the snow, even his white gyrfalcon was more comfortable. He was further convinced that perhaps giving so much of his life to Gwyn had been a terrible mistake. He heaved a heavy sigh as he approached the border of the pack, realizing suddenly he wasn’t even sure he would be able to communicate his questions. He looked to Krah as she sat beside him, ready to be his interpreter as she called out to someone of the pack since Ysmir could not.

The Saxe male had been quite a distance away from homelands as of late. Hunting with a peculiar woman and thing that somehow found a weird friendship with Cifarelli. With such a long time being gone, he chose today of days to patrol the borders. Refreshing the decay with newly killed carcasses. Some coyotes. Others a variety of rabbits and predators that found themselves too close for comfort. His dark metal coat blended in perfect with the shadows. Trees swaying overhead covered in white winter’s dust. Breath forming into condensed clouds as he wandered along on steady strides. It was only when the cold breeze swept a scent t’wards him that he turned direction. Something about it caused him to let out a warning growl. The sound vibrating off the clustered bark of trees. Blooded gaze zeroing in on the one whose own fur shown inky black. Beside him sat an arctic fox. Both their gazes locked on the tundra that was Syndicate. He said nothing as he broke through the underbrush. Ears drawn forth, hackles bristling along his neck and spine. Rizi slipped out a hiss. Her tongue licking at the crisp air. Those reptilian eyes forever observing wherever and whomever Cifarelli went and saw. Something about these two did not sit right with her; but, she chose not to judge so quickly. Feeling the waves as the large Canid sent out a howl of beckoning. "Speaks"

Cifa howled for either herself or Sephiran and Kaino sighed, mismatched eyes rolling. What could he even want? The traitor... She still hadn't forgiven him for abandoning the pack despite the wounds that he'd received from Sephiran. She couldn't trust him. Cifa had a lot of work to do to win Kaino's trust back.

Meandering towards the call, a pair of dark figures came into view. One was a stranger, larger than Cifa and definitely larger than herself. The lavender and smoke fae padded towards the pair, shooting a pointed look at her cousin before directing her full attention to the big brute. "I'm Kaino Saxe," she introduced herself. "You two needed me for something?"

"Kaino Saxe"

Ysmir relaxed onto his haunches as Krah’s call seemed to bring someone from out of the shadows. The young wolf seemed quite hostile, though Ysmir couldn’t decide why. He had long since lost the scent of the Hallows. He tilted his head slightly in greeting as the man let out a call for another. He didn’t smell of a very high rank, so he likely couldn’t have helped Ysmir to begin with anyway. The Saxe descendent sat confidently, not easily intimidated. Before he could do anything another loped to where he sat with Krah as Barenziah circled above.

The woman that appeared seemed much less hostile as she gave him her full attention, introducing herself. Ysmir didn’t miss that her name was the same as his own sire’s. The Finnvi mostly ignored the young male’s aggression as he lowered his head in a respectful greeting to the she wolf, who he could easily assume had a higher rank. He said nothing as always before gesturing to the white fox at his side.

”A pleasure.” She started with her own swift nod. ”My mute master here is Ysmir Finnvi, son of Chaos Saxe. We heard of your dwelling here and curiosity brought us to the border. Perhaps to find a place among family.” Ysmir nodded along, assuring the wolves that what Krah said was true. Most of his immediate family had scattered to the wind, so he wanted to cling to whatever he could find.

Kaino's presence sent a wave of something through him. It was always like that with her. Since they were young pups fighting over scraps and carcasses. He didn't miss the pointed look she threw in his general direction. Before addressing the newcomer sitting at their borders. Something about him deemed interesting. Ears pulling to capture the words spoken by the female fox. For a second, his demeanor settled into one of confusion. Chaos? The name voiced from her lips drew him up short. He had not heard of it in some time. He casted his gaze to his cousin. A silent question lingering within the depths of a scared face. Do you believe them? Cifarelli shook out his coat. Looking to see if any others were hiding in the surrounding forestry. Nose scenting at the winter's breeze and when none came, he shot the duo a visage of indifference. He did not appear like any Saxe of their genes. Perhaps that had to do with the Mother's DNA. It didn't help that he was a complete mute. The metallic male said nothing. Only stood in observation of the encounter. "Speaks"

A fox came forward, speaking on behalf of her mute master. Kaino was intrigued, one brow lifting as she listened to the small creature give an explanation. Ysmir was his name and he was the son of a Saxe. Chaos Saxe, to be more specific. Kaino knew the name and she made a little sound of surprise in her throat, her gaze shifting back to the big brute.

"The Syndicate is definitely a home for those of Saxe blood." Kaino seated herself in the snow and motioned to the land behind her. "Before you join us, I need to let you know that we tend to follow a darker path. As a Saxe, you should be familiar with this, but I know some lines have drifted away from their less than savory roots." A disclaimer. A warning. "If you're fine with that, then welcome to the Syndicate, Ysmir." The purple and grey fae flashed him a winning smile and waited, wondering whether or not he would indeed join in their debauchery.

"Kaino Saxe"

The first wolf to approach seemed to have quieted and taken a back seat to the exchange that was happening with the high ranking fae. While he seemed dubious Kaino seemed to accept Krah’s explanation without much prejudice. Ysmir had no idea how many generations difference there might be between his father and the Saxe clan that made up the syndicate but he had no doubt the same blood ran through his veins as theirs. Though Ysmir’s slight purple tint was not near as visible as Kaino’s he still held on to Newt’s strange color changing skin.

Kaino seemed to accept him, she nodded, affirming that those of Saxe blood were welcomed here. However, they were a darker aligned pack. While Ysmir had lived many different lifestyles he had no problem with morally gray areas. His father was Chaos after all, and he wouldn’t forget that fact now. Krah didn’t have to speak for him now, Ysmir offered a low nod in acceptance. Glad to finally have direction in his life after losing Gwyn.

Cifarelli did nothing but remain a haunting shadow behind Kaino. She knew what was needed in this moment. Even with the realization of whom this male so happened to be. He only gave a soft sound. Something between a huff and a low snort. Simply observing the situation with keen ears. Those sharp eyes taking in all that was being said and done. A mere backup of help. Though he knew very well that his Emira did not need the sort. It was just the Syndicate in him to remain in place. "Speaks"