Eventually, however, I suppose I should prevent her roaming. After all, to my knowledge, she is a wolf of Diveen. I have no particular interest in allowing such wolves to infiltrate my territory, sniffing about as if they are entitled to do so. So, after several more moments of relishing the memory of Devil May Cry's downfall, I begin to move towards the direction of her scent. Finally, the wounds of my battle have healed and my gait has once more returned to its usual silence, its usual ease. It would not becoming of me to greet her in my prior state. She has chosen a good day, though so have I. If she acts with the entitlement of one of Diveen's compatriots, then I am certainly in the right condition to remove her.

I move along the river's edge, ignoring the separate territory to the left of me. I am intent on finding her and soon enough, her dark form rises along the banks. I continue forward, intending to pause only when I am several feet away. When I do so, I remain as silent as ever, eyeing her with a low key suspicion. She seems to not reek so much of the ravines now but rather, the cool stone walls of the crags. It is a curious thing, but one I do not question for the time being. Instead, I remain rigged before her, tail raised and eyes seeking hers out for answers.