She felt an intense need, a feeling that she needed to socialize more with the pack, if she was to heal them she would have to know them. If she didn't know the wolves of her pack, how would they ever trust her with their lives and the lives of their offspring? How could she trust the hunters to take down prey? How could she trust the warriors who would fight for her safety? If Riopat never learned the ways of the Glorallian wolves, she would not be a part of the beachside pack, and so on this rather warm winter day she finds her restlessness unable to be quenched by a simple run on her island home.

She crossed the narrow straight between her island and the mainland of the pack territory, low tide showing that beneath the water, there was a sand bar that connected her to the pack. It only made one part of the channel crossable, but it was wide enough for two large wolves to get to the island side by side without being too close to each other. Those abysmal eyes lay across Glorall as she searched for Mortz, or anyone to help alleviate her need to talk. As she walks down the beach, her eyes -so dark it seemed anyone who stared into them would fall forever- land upon the reclined form of Tesseract. A happy yip greets him as she jogs to his spot within the sun. "Good afternoon, my king. Mind if I sit beside you?" she smiles brightly as she speaks, her tone suggesting friendly company.

She hoped to understand her leader more, then if she had to treat him, she would know what to expect. Some wolves snap, she would have to be careful if ever Tessersct was to fight. She doubted he would, things had been quiet in their beachside home, but she knew that inevitably there would be a wolf who wanted the crown of the Sea King. Still, he has been around long enough that Riopat wishes to at least find a friend in her king, it would prove useful in all sorts of ways, for the both of them.