it is without hesitation that Malum does decide to remove himself from the confines of Iromar to seek company elsewhere. His last trek from the pack with Hepzibah had opened his eyes to the entirely new and excitingly large world beyond those moorland borders. There were those that he did not know of and this little bit bothered him entirely too much. He wanted to know, needed to know, what it was that these individuals were about and who it was that they were. It was burned into his genetic code.

And so he set out on a mission to do just this, his lithe figure moving at a smooth jog away from his eerie home and into the vastness of the untamed regions of Moladion.

He followed his nose in this regard, the scent of a large group of lupines carried in the wind as it spun through his fur and bit at his skin. Winter was still upon them and yet Malum did not mind it all too much. His thick coat shielded him, for the most part, from the bitter winds and when they did break through those barriers, he did not seem to care.

His mind was dead set on finding these wolves out and soon enough he was captured within the sensation of it all; he had yet to see such a meeting so large even within the pack itself and the prospect of knowing so many things causes his step to kick up as he merged himself with the bodies that surrounded. He sought after his first informant, someone that was appealing to the eye, someone that could capture his attention first and actually hold it for a reasonable amount of time. Such was not an easy feat and yet he wandered in the midst of them all in search of that individual.