Backdated to: 5/28, early evening.
![]() ...But not for Joy He headed almost straight for the Backwater, pausing only to rest briefly at the foot of the mountain, and again a day later, before crossing the creek. As he travelled, with brisk, steely steps, Magg’s description of her attacker played on repeat in his mind, keeping the anger burning hot in his chest. Nash and Aquene might feel assured that the mysterious wolf had no relation to the Valles, but Leo was not so certain. It wasn’t that he wanted to believe that Eros’ family would do such a thing, but he knew what they had been through, what they blamed the Cove for; Would I have done the same…? The fury blazing in his heart right now certainly screamed for revenge, but he didn’t think he could ever turn that against anyone other than the offender himself; Never mind a kid! Still, he couldn’t think who else would have tried to kill his sister, not in such a calculated way, so apparently deliberate. It had to be someone with a grudge, and the Valles were the obvious answer. At the very least, someone needed to ask them directly, even if they would simply lie back in his face, he would look them in the eyes as they did. Besides, he had no other leads. But, as angry as he was, Leo knew better than to march straight up to their borders and make demands – murderous or not, no pack leader would respond well to that, especially from someone they considered an enemy. Instead, the Vuesain circled the territory at a respectful distance, sniffing for fresh trails, hoping to confront someone on neutral ground. He told himself that any adult member of the pack would do, that it would in fact be much easier to get the answers he wanted from a veritable stranger; But of course, it was a very specific scent he hoped to find. ”Speech" Thoughts |