Why hadn't she just moved in officially, yet? It was as if she couldn't shake off the scent of Diveen properly or something. Either way, she practically spent all her time in Glorall and yet, she hadn't made any direct effort to, well, tell that Tesseract that she was now a permanent resident. Perhaps it was still out of... uncertainty. What if he didn't accept her choice in mates? Not like it really mattered - it's just apparently some things made Malina a little more unsure than previously thought. It had been why she had kept Sleekwing a secret from, say, Heyel too. Hell, maybe she was just getting old and becoming secretive like the old man, Heyel! Or, maybe, she just liked the forbidden-ness of her relationship with Rogue, sneaking in and out of Glorall even though they were aware of her presence... it added a fun dynamic to it all, really.

Whatever the case, she found herself once more sneaking in over the Glorall borders with a determined grin. This time, she had successfully traversed the rocky wall between the two packs without making a loud fool of herself. She'd become quite adept at leaping from boulder to boulder and skirting through the shallower patches of water. This time, she had come from further east, entering the pack at a new location so that she could sneak up on Rogue. She wanted to surprise her, especially with winter on the way. Neither of them had ever really liked winter so she had full intentions on staying within the sea side pack the entire season; they could properly share their den, then, for longer than a few days. Not to mention, they could hunt together and, well... Malina had some ulterior motives, sure.

Of late, she had been thinking more and more about Melek and Iscariot. She had wondered what they would have been like had she the chance to raise them. Already, Melek was proving to be... a unique girl, though her unique-ness seemed to stem entirely from her father. Malina had been around wolves like that enough times to understand the flash in her eyes - eye. For some reason, one seemed to be missing. For some reason, nobody else seemed to give a damn. If Malina had discovered who had done such a thing, she might have slipped into their den come winter and bitten off whatever part of them thought they could treat a woman like that. Nonetheless, she had seen so few of Iscariot, she often wondered if she had even given birth to two. That's what she wanted to talk to Rogue about: had she ever wondered the same things?

She moved through the forest quietly, each step deliberately placed as she weaved through the tangles of bramble and brush. It seemed the early snow had not yet caught up to the coast, and yet the sky had still had the colour sucked from it. Still, the coastal forest shone on, hints of green still peeking out from the burnt orange hue of the leaves around her. It seemed so alike to Diveen in those moments, and yet the sight of the den that surely marked itself as Rogue's brought her back to Glorall. Bingo - she'd found her!

Snickering quietly to herself, she darted off quietly to the side, hiding herself behind some of the shrubbery as she snaked towards the entrance. Standing beside the den's mouth, she slowly moved her muzzle closer, peeking into the darkness (although uncertain as to whether or not Rogue was there!) as she spoke quietly.

"This is your final warning - come out, come out, wherever you are!"