Vig moved through the land his nose to the ground. He was urged to find his sister before his father did.His tail above his back he came upon a very faint smell of her but it was mixed with decay and rot.He stopped at the very spot in which she had been killed but was so unsure about it.He let out a call for any who might be able to tell him where his sister might be.

Blazed's auds swiveled around and drank in the foreign male's beckoning call. The ebony brute detected no hidden malice or any sort of challenge in the deep under tones of this new wolf, and curiously returned the call with his own welcome. With a heave of his aging body, he quickly stood and briskly approached the new brute. It wasn't long before Blazed caught his scent just moments later caught sight of Vigliacco with his nose to the ground.

In what Blazed considered to be as non threatening as possible, he raised himself to his full potential and flashed his tail high in dominance.

"Greetings. I am Blazed, alpha of the canyon. What brings you by?"

Blazed’s sensitive nose processed a number of strange smells and an even smaller number of familiar scents. Curiosity flashed in the alpha's blue orbs as he eagerly awaited an explanation.

Vig continued smelling the area and then his ears flicked forward at the sound of a wolves call. He now waited for the other to show himself and then watched as the alpha approached.My name is Vigiliacco, I have come in search of my sister there is a faint smell of her here. Her name is White tipHe spoke.

Blazed faltered at the name of his one time ally and his gaze dropped to the ground. His shimmering blue eyes dimmed and behind them flashed sharp memories and the bitter feelings of failure and frustration. How could Vigiliacco not know of his sister's untimley death? With a heavy heart, the ebony alpha lifted his gaze to meet the others. He could not bring himself to share the aged grim news and it was with a shockingly somber tone than Blazed responded.

"You will not find her here."

He watched him and saw somethin within the males eyes that told him something he didn't want to know.He listened to him.You know something? It smells of rotten carcass and blood here, Is she even alive?He said trying to keep the thought from his mind but he needed to know. His sister the only one who protected him.

Blazed held the wolf's gaze and confirmed the frantic question with a grim nod. Blazed had not wanted to believe the story himself when he had first come across the area in which she and her daughter had perished. He only had the myriad of enemy scents and death to assure him of the fatalities.

"It was a while back. She and Paletina. I know not of Kalaber's current location, my oldest son was the last of us to see him long ago."

The ebony captain let out a long sigh of dissatisfaction. Maybe, when he neared the Dark Gates and spent his remaining days alone, he would search Kalaber out. See if the male had come into any luck, or (and he didn't even want to think about it) trouble, in the many years he had been gone.

"I am truly sorry."

With a slight shudder, Blazed shook away any trace of emotion from his face and form. In a matter of seconds he had returned to his customary well-mannered and composed posture. It was not that he wanted to forget White Tip, but he’d rather not have the thoughts of biting failure tumbling around in his mind all day long.

His ears go back and tail immediatly dropes.I know not of these others you speak of. But thank you for the answer..he spoke and turned to leave sadness present.He had finaly escaped his father to find his sis and this is what he came to the death scene?