Beneath a Bloodred Sky (IVORY RIDGE)

Chaos loped along, at times with his nose to the ground and others to the wind, but always following the trail Dagmaer's poisoner had left him. She was tricky, he would give her that much. Under other circumstances he could even admire the obviously clever and devious mind that had led him on such a merry chase. But Cascade Saxe and Valentine Imperialis had not raised an idiot, nor had their teachings been unpracticed over the years.

Chaos stopped, the hot scent in his nose as he stared into the sandstone formations. The walls of the canyons and towers of stone were beautiful in their own way, but he wasn't stopping to appreciate the scenery. No, this was it. The trail was as fresh as you could get it without sticking your nose up the other wolf's ass. She was here. It hadn't been easy, no, but finally - finally he'd found where she'd gone to ground.

He swung his gaze towards the wolves who'd come here with him, towards Karabela who'd set them this mission, and nodded sharply into the land ahead of them. Here, his gesture said as plainly as if he'd opened his jaws and spoke the words. He could have darted right in, found the would-be murderer and dragged her from her hiding spot, but he refrained. It wasn't his call, it was Raba's, and he kept his eyes questioningly on hers to wait for her orders.