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Enrico had crossed the sand bridge back to the northern continent in pursuit of the prey he had severely injured only to have it escape. Rather than waste the effort when the beast was clearly going to die from its wounds, he'd followed the blood-trail of the fleeing dik-dik north. White-rimmed ears rotated, gaze roamed and nose twitched constantly, the male wary of being taken unaware by enemies he knew quite well were firmly ensconced in these northern lands.

It had been in the north that he had found Vittore, and though the smart thing to do when he'd come nose-to-nose with Basileus' brother would have been to kill him, he had proven too soft to do so and Vittore had no doubt spread the word among whichever members of the cosca had survived. Unfortunately it seemed Enrico's love and loyalty still lay with the red brothers, for good or ill. As he could not trust himself not to hesitate if it came down to killing one of his former brothers, he was a fool to set paw upon Boreas.

Well, if he was a fool, he was a half-starved one. He could not afford to have wasted the energy of tackling that little deer-creature and he could not continue to survive on rats alone. He didn't want to just survive anymore; he wanted to thrive. To thrive, perhaps he must buck caution this once. So, knowing he was a fool, knowing he must go anyway, he trailed behind the dying prey as it scrambled along the slope.