I move as fast and as far as possible from the borders of Glorall initially, trekking through the valley and through the stone walls of the crags. There are so many scents, wretched and disgustingly sweet. The knot in my gut almost makes me want to empty it. I might have had it not been filled with wares brought to me by Glorall's residents. I merely continue on and on until I reach the westernmost region of Moladion, my lungs burning with relief as the emptiness surrounds me. Here, I can focus. I can search for Lihi on the wind here, though I do not wish to. It is like an instinct. I despise it within myself.

I roam along the river initially, lapping from the near still waters until my skin no longer feels the bite of weariness. My ear turns immediately, then, to a sound not too far upstream; paws moving along the grass, crunching across the stones that littered the riverside. It makes my blood run cold for a second as I slow my breathing, tasting the scent in the back of my throat: female, alone, and thick with the scent of the plains east of Taviora. Perhaps, a game is the best way to remove these thoughts. I cannot be sure. For now, I am not entirely myself. Still, I will play.

Slowly, I pull myself away from the water, ambling towards the woman's scent. I stay close to the barrage of grass to my left, prepared to slip into unseeing at any moment. It is only when I find her, small and pale, that I step away. What threat could she pose? Even if she had posed one, there seldom seems to be a threat I am unwilling to indulge in. Perhaps it is what I need - the sting of teeth or the lashing of another's words.

"You are a long way from home."

I speak simply, pausing some several feet away as I meet her eyes. I stare into them, challenging, prodding. Testing, always testing.