When he had beckoned, she had obediently heeded his call. She now knew where it was he had gone, what it was he had been doing. She had her first home now because of it, Diveen had never been a home. She had been born there but the angels had ignored her and she had raised herself. Her friends had helped raise her as well. Many of them remained still in Diveen, tucked away in their niches and their corners of the plateaus. Just as the ones she had met and befriended in her time as a loner remained in the free lands where she had placed them. They rested where she wanted them to, and it was perfect because it was simple. Now, she needed new friends to make in this sea side pack that is called Glorall. It was why she now made her way along the beach, with a runt of a half grown seal pup dragging between her two front paws. Achlys is by no means big and strong, on the contrary she is petite and dainty. But she pulls and drags the body all the same, for this is her prize and her most dearest and newest companion.

He is also like nothing she has even had the pleasure of seeing, touching, feeling, or even smelling. Not to mention the taste, though she had yet to decide if she enjoyed the intensity of the flavour that is salt water. And on this day, when his voice reaches out from the base of a near by dune, she does not have to think about it to turn in his direction. She will come each time he calls her, even if it is not exactly for her. The young seal she has she did not kill on her own, but his dead body is hours old. Still warm and flexible, this time is her favourite time. When their mind has ceased but their body remains with them for a time longer, allowing her to know and learn and poke and prod. Today little Achlys wanted to share with Eden, and so worked hard until her smaller black and white fourm finally made it off the beach and up a gentle slope to the dune. When she breaks over the top, her flame licked ice eyes find him immediately and there is a dark and heavy obsession there that she does not cover or remove, and only after her usual intent staring does she look to the other wolf.

So white and so pretty she is, much like the white diamond that is Achlys face. Apparent innocence stares at the female from her uniquely shaped markings, even when her dainty paws move her once again forward and specifically toward Eden. Bringing the seal with her, she does not stop until she is hardly a foot away from him, only then releasing her hold on her prize so as to set him gently upon the sand. Such care she always takes of her friends, expectant bright eyes then looking upward toward him and for his approval. The other female is out of mind for the time being, for when Achlys has her sight on something the rest of the world is hardly relevant. With him in particular, there's nothing in the entire world that could draw her eyes away.