I suppose each and every path in Moladion has lead to this event; it is the pinnacle, my pinnacle. It leads me to the borders of Diveen, though I know better than to meddle in the affairs of my mother and Solaris and so, I leave with little regard. It leads me to the mountain Spirane, lingering across their borders for some time as I gaze upon the mountain hungrily. It casts a shadow deep and long, a fathomless reminder of their power and yet, it is too grand perhaps. Iromar holds little interest, too, though I pause at their northern borders to watch the swirling mass of mists. The path continues, however, my stomach a knot of unquenchable starvation as I journey to the east.

By the time I reach the eastern edge of the territories, the sun has begun to sink below the horizon, the sky a deep, bloodied red. It is here that I settle for now, lingering across their borders, inspecting each scent with ragged, drawn out breaths. They are a small pack, a humble place that meddles not and remains quiet despite it all. They say, or imply at least, that such a place is full of misfits and that their land extends beyond the waters and into the very ocean itself. It is a curious place nestled in between the ravines of Diveen, very well edging it; Iromar feeds into the pack land, but the water runs clear and true. It is a curious place, yes, and a modest patch of land. I wonder, then, what their king might be like; he is a king broken, they say, with rumors of a missing mate, a missing family. How fragile might such a thing make a king? How heavy must his crown be?

My curiosity is roused, my heart sloppily beating against the solid bone of my chest as I creep by the scent trails, daring to feel the earth beneath my paws as I break the borders. I hold no pack now, no rank nor treaty. I operate alone and in this, I test these boundaries, boundaries I have not been permitted to test thoroughly before. The bloodied sky reaches out behind me, illuminating the forest with hues of red and orange as the shadows begin to stretch east. I announce my presence then, a haunting, deep call made into the imminent darkness. I have come to test this day, after all, and I seek he who wears the heavy crown of the tides. Perhaps, I shall alleviate such a burden if I feel my hunger recede finally.