I had come this day with intentions of thanks and gratitude. The Achilles of Glorall had seen me and trained me, and though we would continue throughout our comradeship his initial introduction for me into fighting had been well met. At least, in my mind. I was determined and as focused as ever, but the familiar scent of Taviora that trails past the Glorall border has me wondering. What are they doing in the land, with no other pack wolf obviously around to grant them passage? Perhaps a wolf allowed such a thing, but the scent was one of a younger wolf, the name Underidge floating to mind when I concentrate. I am an intelligent being, but curiosity will sometimes get the better of me and I'm crossing the border with silent petite paws. Along with sparring and training with Sinclair, I have been honing and practicing my stealth and cunning, as I know swiftness is my main ally. And regardless of how fast I am, when I arrive on the scene, I am terribly and so unfortunately late. The Taviora wolf is gone- but I know who he is, and I see what he has done. Dark violet eyes can truly only darken the longer I look.

She is white and beige, so very much like my own family that I feel the tears swelling in my eyes. She is smaller than Romain, but it is like him all over again- the broken, bloody body, the empty, torn feeling in the pit of my chest. The memory and the feeling were not mine then, but instead my Fathers. I knew what he had gone through, I knew so very well. My steps are slow, even and measured as I approach, and I feel something cracking when I stop in my nearness. I cannot take my violet gaze off of her, just like I cannot and do not stop the tilting of my skull toward the sky. I call out then- for Sinclair, for their leader, for any wolf of Glorall to come and see what I have found. And because I am respectful and because I have been through all of this myself, I make a space of a couple feet between the girl and me- before one gentle nuzzle of my pale muzzle to her very own still warm one. I don't know why this happened on the day I have come here, or why a wolf of Taviora has done this, but I will find out and I will know. And someone will be brought to justice for this- I may not yet be our War Shield but I AM the War Hawk and I will protect my family. Even if I have to protect them from themselves.