The task was easy enough. Converse with two wolves of the pack. Bring back intell. Fair enough. She was sure that any wolf that she was familiar with would not count towards this particular mission and instead sought out a wolf that she did not know but bore all the scents of belonging to Glorall. There was a distinct brine smell that seemed to cling to them even when freshly washed in the river. Maradona attributed it to the sandy soil that clung to them as they slept in dens made from the sides of dunes and the ground that followed. She woke up shortly before dawn, making her way out of the pines that lined the shorelines onto the beach. It was not far to the Island that she very rarely visited. A short swim in water that usually was full of small fish waiting to grow bigger before venturing to the great waters beyond. The navy blue eyes wash over the landscape. It was always peaceful at this time. Her mother and father ususally awoke with the dawn and Cersei with them. It was in this inbetween moment that Maradona found peace before the day started.

It was broken though by a voice breaking through the black blue darkness. She pricked her ears trying to pin point the voice. It wasn't exactly that she was upset about the intrusion but she did want to know who sounded so mournful and yet so clear. She came to the waters edge, allowing the water to lap at her pawns as she watched the Island. It wasn't long before she saw Riopat's figure running through the shalllows, and with her seemed a pod of strange grey beasts. Maradona had seen them before, and they had never seemed to be too concerned with her. How was it that this stranger could commune with them on some primitive level that she could not understand? Her naturally inquisitive nature demanded that she find out that answer. The dark princess watched as she rounded the Island with the strange sea beasts in pursuit. It was like a dance that she didn't understand.

She paced on the shores of the mainland, debating the early morning swim it would take to find the answers that demanded to be found. It was only after the third round, when she did not see Riopat fly around the edge of the land, when she did not see the dolphins return to her part of the ocean did she make the plunge head long into a cresting wave. Maradona was a decent swimmer, but she did not often venture far enough to actually need to swim. Popping up, coughing out sea water she makes her way to the Island of Glorall. When she gets to the shores, she shakes off the excess, shivering slightly in the early morning seabreeze. She swallows down her discomfort. Her father had tasked her with getting to know the Pack. To decipher what they thought about the pack. To tease out secrets from them. Maradona was not sure how to set forth doing that, her father was the one with the guilded tongue. She was not sure it was something she had inherited.

As she rounds the side of the island, she sees Riopat sorting and analyzing piles of something on the ground. She ignores the seals as they awkwardly get out of the way. As much as she loved the taste of seal, it was not food she was hungry for this morning. She trotted down the beach, her fur half-dry and her eyes watching this strange creature with a mixture of curiousity and wariness. She did not carry herself as a princess of Glorall, she came with her tail even with her hips and her ears flicking back and forth as she attempted to decipher anything that might clue her in to the obvious. She took it that most of the piles were plants of some kind. A healer. Perhaps that was why she was capable of communing with sea beasts. Maradona was careful not to disrupt any of the piles and instead sits while wrapping her tail around her legs and clearing her throat before speaking. It was a polite way to gain her attention if the anxious barks of the seals didn't alert her first. "Do you need any help?"

My tongue
will taste of gin and malicious intent