Of course, this means moving to another pack in order to find that somebody. Why Coszcotl requests such a thing is astonishing. What if I were to fail? Though I doubt such a thing, it would surely show a potential weakness to whichever pack I have approached. If Taviora shows too much weakness, I am sure they will not survive long. That is the way of the world. Perhaps he hopes to impress the others. Perhaps he prays behind my back for my success, fearful of his position and eager to prove he has fighters below him. I am almost tempted to see how correct I am. What would failure taste like? Bitter? Or sweet? Is it better to rise underrated or for others to expect such a rise? Entertaining thoughts as I move through the forests to the west, the mountain that pierces the clouds being my goal. I might have gone to Diveen but there is seldom fun in that. I know Diveen but I do not know the mountain.

The day is short, the morning still in its later hours as I arrive at its base. It is tall and rocky thing, as if Diveen itself has risen above the rest. I often wonder why it is that Heyel did not take such a place for himself, undoubtedly wishing to see the rest of Moladion below and within its shadow. Instead, a Queen sits atop it from blood rumored to be old. I take my time to navigate its borders, sniffing wearily at the individual scents that lace its perimeter. There are many females, and the scent of pregnancy lays like a thick miasma. Perhaps I have come to the wrong place. Perhaps I will be forced to go to Diveen - if that is the case, then I will very well challenge my own mother. I will take her knowledge in that case.

While I am here, though, I might as well make an effort. I settle to the eastern border, situated within the sparse forest that leads towards Taviora as I send forth a call for any and all. It is a serious sound, one that resonates with my intentions. This is no mere visitation but a summon for one with a spine strong enough to bare the brunt of my will. Let them come, and let me return to Taviora ready to crush those that desire the same taste of power that I do.