Have you any news?

Theorys arrival was prompt, and in seeing the seriousness in him she jumped straight into business. He was grateful. He dipped his head in greeting, his tail giving a half hearted swish behind him. "Theory, thank you for meeting me. I've declared a wolf of mine, my adopted daughter and third in command missing." His explanation was quick, and to the point. He wasnt certain if the other Alpha would realise the trust the secluded Warlord showed her in telling her this. "She is Morts best friend, her scent would have been the prominent female scent on Mort after Zee." Yes. He knew how they had met on the beach near their terratories. Mort had filled him in, and spoken well of her.

"Her name is Malalia Fatalis, and I am only passing by Abaven in my hunt, heading North. If you have, or do, hear anything..." he trailed off, his open concern showing in his expression as he looked to thr other wolf. Oh. The irony. She would know the fear of a missing family member, and the fault of that was his own. It wasnt lost on him, and he wondered at her nature that she did not seem to hate him.