Oh sure blame the.... Oh wait you mean that guy right?

Ganta had been too late.

Philomena’s scent was mainly covered over by the time he’d gotten to the Plains… but he could smell Rikeros there. Anger flared within him as he sought the direction the two might have gone. He was concerned, wondering if he might be able to spot them if he was quick enough. Philomena was still so little… Rikeros would have to adjust to her speed or carry her.

The feminine alpha spotted someone in the distance and began to bear his fangs, putting on a burst of speed until he realized the one before him wasn’t one of his siblings. But… what if they had followers? What if this brute was here to make trouble for Dragoste? His mind was a jumble of paranoid anger as he shouted to the other man.

“Hey you! Have you seen a male and a little girl come this way?!”