What had he to worry over other than the miscreants that roamed about the free lands in search of power - namely, that Purge woman who had been here and there again so many times. Diveen, Spirane, who next? It might have been a worry in the back of his mind but otherwise, all seemed rather well. Too well, perhaps - boring, even, when one dismantled it down to the core. Vadik, Ieron, even Rogue had all seemingly been kept busy and thus, even they no longer gave him their attitudes to fix. His children had all grown older and wiser, no longer flocked to him as they once had. Even Caligula found new ways to entertain herself. Yes, it all seemed rather boring at the end of the day, or at least less to be enthused about. Something had to happen soon.

It seemed just that something might happen soon for an unusual scent managed to linger on the outskirts. The individual was unknown but the pack? Well, Diveen seemed to be a scent many knew well - after all, they were the largest and thusly, even now the individual scent was tainted faintly with others. Despite practically sharing a border, he hadn't had any true intrusions on their behalf - there had been Malina, but such a situation had been resolved fast enough. No, no, it seemed that they were up to something. It was no child's scent so surely it was no mistake. His eyes narrowed at that realization, his hackles bristling so slightly.

With an agitated flick of his ear, he moved off in the direction of the scent, weaving in and out of the foliage though he could hardly follow it precisely. At times, the sea's breeze blew so much salt and smell in that even he had a difficult time tracking - today was such a day, of course. Though he had been wanting something to happen, he had not exactly specified that it had to be on his terms it seemed. Frustrated, he paused in his searching, taking a moment to compose himself as he sniffed wearily at the air, his ears moving in search of some indication of their presence. Surely they couldn't have slipped out already? He would not be thrilled to find out that he'd missed their apparent visitor - he never missed a wolf on the border.

An eye: gold, surrounded by black and so fleeting. It took him a moment to register having even seen it, and yet he instinctively bristled at the unknowing of it all. The intruder's scent plagued the area and yet, as dispersed as it were, he could not pinpoint it. Still - an eye like that? A face like that? He did not know it. He stepped forward, his tail arched as he stared into the tree and its surrounding foliage. He could have side stepped, perhaps, and have revealed the stranger much faster but... perhaps he liked this game a little more.

"Diveen, is it? I know your scent - let me know your face too."