Aimlessly casting himself westward, he travelled towards the border of the Endless Blue, a pair of bushy tailed foxes spread out in front of him. Snarled, rotten and untouched for years now the deadlands were perhaps one of the lesser appealing places in Helovia that Sacre desired to visit. He’d seen enough wraiths to last a lifetime who knew if some still lingered here or perhaps even the rifts that had caused so much trouble, taken the life of his sister, still plagued this area of the world. Who knew? Sacre felt like it was the Gods should at least accompany them, but instead the mortals were being sent towards what might be danger once again and, usually, when there was chance of danger there was always the chance of death. Every time something strange happened in Helovia the fox-boy got an uneasy feeling of déjà-vu all over again. Perhaps he should just go back to the Edge and live in peace a little longer, but so many of his friends and family were already helping Kisamoa and, so too, would Sacre.

As he got closer to the dreadful border and the litter of decay that lay there, another was also sorting, or well, battering some unassuming logs. Sacre thought he had seen him at other meetings with Kisamoa, though the memory was fleeting as was his recognition. Big and scarred, he was quite intimidating, especially so close to the deadlands, Sacre wasn't sure whether to feel safe or scared as he walked his skinnier, less scarred, body towards him. Inari thought he could see dragons playing in the ocean beyond and instinctively fell behind one of Sacre's forelegs as the fox-boy came to a halt before the blight and the guy clearing it. 

Awkwardly, he also began to push a log out of the way before noticing a dead looking tree that blocked out the suns light making everything around it dark, perfect conditions, Sacre thought, for death to grow. Motioning to Inari and Ríona, the fox and the Kitsune began to climb the tree with the purpose of removing its branches with teeth and lightning. "Be careful it doesn't catch fire" Sacre worriedly warned his overly happy dusty friend who now sported sparks on all four of her tails.

Turning his attention back to his log, he glanced over at the other stallion, then to the dragons and back again. "Are they your bonded?" he asked, nodding at the playing dragons curiously, feeling a need to fill the silent void.