"You are a healer, then?"

I inquire, though my attention is fast taken away from her and towards the dunes beyond me. There, I can hear the sounds of paws crushing into the sand, the sound of something being dragged. My ears twist back at first, only followed my by eyes when I recognize the scent. She is here. Finally. I had intended to find her once more, but she has come instead. It almost seems to numb the burn in my body for a moment as I turn to watch her dark form slide down the dune, followed by an unusual creature. It bleeds, a scent that makes my mouth salivate. Or is it her? I can no longer tell. What is important is that she comes close, dropping the creature nearby. I move to work immediately, reaching for it and slicing into the tough flesh. It takes several moments before I pull away a large portion. I slide it towards Achlys then, an offering of sorts.

It is only when a male speaks that I move my gaze and attention away from the prey, meeting his almost immediately. Pack tasks? So soon? It brings a smirk to my lips. How strange that he has seemingly accepted my presence so fast. There is not even a hint of sadness in his eyes. Perhaps, I will grow to like this one. For now, however, I merely observe him in relative silence. Is it ambition he speaks out of? In time, we will all find out. However, it seems we are not alone once again. Another female slides down the dune, a pale, unusually coloured one at that. Her fur almost seems to reflect the very sky. In her jaws, a bird hangs. I cannot help but lick at my lips as she drops it nearby, pushing my nose into the feathers immediately. It is fresh. Another wolf, too, that seems less than devastated by the loss of their prior king. This is good. It is all good.

"A good catch, Alcmene. Do not hesitate to enjoy your own kill. Perhaps our healer would like some, too. And you, Tristan."

From what I understand, it is good to offer them part of these wares. To eat as a pack is to strengthen bonds. Perhaps if our healer eats, she will lose that sad look. Again, I find myself resting my eyes on her for several moments, but soon enough, they return in part to the dark girl, Achlys. It seems others are coming, however, this time a male. He moves with a certain grace, one that I have not seen before. There is something peculiar about him, though perhaps it is merely his size or markings. He smells faintly of something familiar. I merely observe as he moves into the group, watching his face closely. There is something strange about it, yet I cannot pick it entirely. He is quiet. Perhaps that is it. He speaks barely a word, stating only a name that rings the faintest of memories. I watch him closely, but soon enough, I turn away. His silence makes him intriguing, perhaps, but I will be sure to find him once more. He cannot remain silent forever.

The sting of my wounds refuses to depart. Eventually, I will need to do as the healer has said. However, it is not that which begins to chew away at my gut. It is unfamiliar territory to be surrounded by so many. They are all expectant in some way. It is new, strange, disconcerting. All that remains as a comfort is Achlys, for she is the only one I know truly well. The others, I watch through cautious eyes. I watch as the other male remains low by Tristan, his mouth not uttering a single word. I stare into him for several moments, testing his resolve. Those that do not speak now will be found eventually. I wonder if that is what they would prefer. Nonetheless, I wish to move out of this situation fast. I have wounds to tend to and others to snuff out.

"I am Eden, the taker of these lands. I have called you all forth to learn of you. Your names, your ambitions. There is change coming, and I wish to discover who of you will be here to see it."