He had spoken to his pack, but before he was to leave he wanted to speak to Heather. He knew that with every minute he waited, that was wasted, he was putting Philomena more at risk. But he also had to protect Roza and Ric. He let out a howl just as he reached the border of Fiori and Dragoste. No doubt the urgency in his voice would betray that something had happened… and Ganta was determined to stop it before it was too late. He shifted anxiously on his paw and looked beyond the borders for the gray femme. He hoped she got here soon… time was ticking… and for Rikeros the sand was steadily pouring into the bottom half of the hour glass. Ganta wasn’t going to hesitate when he saw his brother… there would be blood.

This week had literally been all over the place. Between new wolves at her borders, and trying to get her thoughts straight she had been invited by a little alarming call. The border that she shared with Dragoste had a voice coming from it. Heather knew it to be Ganta and she knew very well he wouldn't call unless for a reason. She wasn't slow to arrive, already nearby as she was doing her rounds(something she did to ease her mind). He seemed distraught and she automatically fell into a stance of defensiveness. "Ganta what's happened?" she feared for the worse. Was it her sister? Was it her niece or nephew. Her paws anxiously clawed into the dirt underneath her. Tail waving off to the side. Heather knew she wasn't exactly prepared to recieve bad news, it wasn't something she dealt with well. Panic was like something that bubbled underneath her surface. "Talk"

Heather came… thank the Gods. Ganta wasted no time in spilling forth information, the words going through his mind far faster than his mouth could speak them. “My half brother was close to the pack Heather; He took Philomena. I don’t know if she’s hurt or... “ He trailed off, pain flashing in his eyes. “I’m going to hunt him down. There’s are two males who could be of help; Ashmendai and Inverno. Inverno is a pack member, staying in the South to guard Dragoste’s members. Ash is someone who is working with us to hunt my siblings down or get information on them. If you meet either of them and they have information please, please relay it to myself or Roza.” Ganta swallowed hard.

“I don’t know what my brother is planning but it can’t be good… Philly probably isn’t dead… but she could very well be hurt and could be used as a bargaining chip against me. I’m not going to let her lose her life for me, Heather…” Ganta’s gaze shifted back to her blue hues. “Just please… be there for Roza and Ulric… if something happens to me… Please make sure they’re safe somewhere.” Ganta shifted again on his paws, ready to tear down through the territories of the south searching for his little girl. He had to find her… he just had to.

Her anxiety obviously skyrocketed. As she stared at the male up and down. What he said and what she thought were perhaps two different things but here was her sisters pup missing. The father of these pups in a bad place and her mind was reeling with different things. Heather didn't speak until the last sentence that he spoke. When Heather's frown deepened, she looked seriously and pressed her paws forward. "Just don't let anything to you? You really don't want her losing her life over you but do you really think she'd be better off if something happened to you Ganta?" she sounded irritated, but in the least she wanted him to see her point of view. "In my next meeting I'll tell my members to be alert and that if they see this pup to try and get her back. Nobody in Fiori would let family get hurt. So Ganta, don't be shouldering this all on your own." Heather looked him over. "Make sure your pack has someone to look after while your gone. Remember what I said, don't go dying for your family you have to live for your family." Heather nodded to him, not wanting to waste anymore of his time as she turned back into her own territory. Let the words she said sink in, if they even made any sense at all. "Talk"

Ganta guiltily lowered his gaze as Roza responded. As angry and anxious as he was with Rikeros he knew that she was right. Losing their daughter would wound both himself and Roza deeply but… losing him on top of it… He kept his ears pinned to his head, in a hard place as he let out a worried whine. “I know I can’t afford to take risks Heather, I do… but I…” His heart clenched in his chest. If something happened to Philly would he ever be able to forgive himself? What if something already had…? There were conflicting feelings in him now. He had to at least know what happened to his daughter… but if he was gone for too long… then perhaps it would be best to return home and protect the remaining members of his family. With a frustrated look in his ghostly eyes Ganta turned on his paws and headed back for the Sea’s Plain. He wanted to see if there was something he missed… a sign of where Riker might be taking his little girl. --Exit Ganta.-- "Talk" "You" Think

Heather stared at Ganta, before he left she sighed. Now then what was she supposed to do about this. She had a lot of stuff to do herself, as she turned and went back into the territory her mind was swarming with thoughts. Her paws carefully pressing into the territories ground as her head filled with thoughts. She wanted to do a celebration but that had obviously passed, now with this she had to tell the pack to keep an eye out for her relatives. Mainly for the fact that there was so much discord around the area recently that it caused her anxiety to skyrocket. "Talk"