I am no fool. I am not one to be tricked or fooled. Perhaps the rest of the pack called Diveen is full of bumbling idiots, but I am certainly not one of them. I know Malina if she likes it or not. I know when she is up to something. My eyes of copper and blue are a lit with knowledge. I know she goes to Glorall often, and for what reason would she go to such a place so often? She has a reason, for I know she doesn't visit for giggles. I smell her scent crossing over the border all too often, and I know she has intentions over here. That is why I have come to find out exactly why.

I have smelt the scent of one I have marked to die in battle on her pelt more than once. Malina has intervened on that day. She has prevented that demon girl's death, and I know she is the reason Malina ventures to Glorall often. I just know. There was no reason for her to end my killing of our pack enemy that day...although I hardly care for enemy or not, it was just an excuse to kill. I don't like it when my marked gets interrupted, even years later it still ticks in my head.

I have been following Malina as of late. I have yet to enter into Glorall, but today is different. Today my paws of grey cross over the piss lines that separate 'packs'. Oh how wolves love to throw their excrement around to make a point. I smirk as I enter the marked land of Glorall, quite in my movements as I head towards where Malina's scent leads me.

I am sleek, like a shadow melting into the trees and brush. I am a creature most perfect, most beautiful and sly. I go undetected for a while, avoiding when I see what could be a wolf. I know how to keep my movements quiet, how to move when the wind moves and becomes one with the wilds of the foliage. I find that Glorall begins to smell like salt and rotten fish as I edge closer in. My face almost twists with disgust, but I keep it nice and neutral as I always do. I know Malina is in here somewhere, and I have caught onto her scent...it is mingled with others though, mingled and touched with my marked for dead. I lower my nose to the ground, inhaling it as I examine closely the smaller world around me. My tail gives a single flick in irritation. I cannot say for certain why Malina was here, but I know she hides something.

That girl always seems to have something to hide.

I lift my dark head once more. My large foreboding features come move next to a tree, where my copper eye peers around. It is an orb more beautiful, precious and alluring as I gaze further off. I am not certain how much farther I can go in without being detected, and I narrow my eyes as I pull back behind the tree again. Malina can be god damn annoying sometimes.