I have come for her during the early morning hours when the sky is but a dim palette of bruised purple and orange. The air is as still as ever and the forests fall into silence around Taviora; even the canopies above seem to cease in their rustling. It is as good a day as any to play for the air is thick with the stagnant stench of spring flowers and moist earth from the rainfalls. I can move like a pale shadow, leaving only paw prints behind. I am forever ensuring that I am not followed, constantly being certain that I have the freedom to do as I please without others impeaching. Despite their opinions, they do not realize that I exist as a separate entity to Taviora, just as I exist separately to Diveen and my own family. Few even know my true name in such places yet they ceaselessly expect to come into my business as if invited. That is why I move with such silence and caution as I depart the borders, only breaking into a more natural stride when I am clear.

I have followed her scent through from the fields to the forest some day or two before. It still lines the trees and blades of grass, though Tobias' stench has seemingly begun to dissipate with age. I have no qualms with him yet I do not care about him; why should I? If he comes for me, then I shall take from him and taste what others consider such a terrible beast. He is but a name, a fleeting scent to be marked over and moved on from. She, on the other hand, is not. Not for now, at least.

It takes me some time before I truly lock onto her scent, following it through the woods as I hug tightly to the shadows of the trees. The dim early morning sun can barely penetrate the canopy here, and long dark shadows stretch on and on towards wherever she is hiding. I can smell the intricacies of her scent now; just on the cusp of adulthood and free from pack or territory. It makes her all the easier to find as I come across what I assume to be her little home. As soon as I find it, I move to its mouth, staring into the darkness until I can make out some figure or form that moves or rests within. I have found her, and she is alone.

"Veni."

Come. It is a simple command, devoid of anything but expectation. I do not flinch or make a move - I merely wait. Even if she does not know such a language, she will surely feel the implications of such a word; she will feel my eyes upon her, the tension and the anticipation. I do not care which way she comes, be it peacefully or not. Either one will interest me and either one shall suffice - she must merely come with me now so that I may better understand this world.