Since birth Praetor and I had had a special bond, and to him I had always felt closer than any of my other siblings - even Judas. The ties that bind ones family were particularly strong for we children of Tesseract and Caligula, and leaving Glorall behind had been like losing part of our family. There was a hollow ache in my chest in knowing that the rocky southern shores were no longer mine to dance upon. Would I ever dine upon the delectable flesh of the crabs I had once told Aithne about again? While I had accepted that leaving Glorall was the only option for me - where Praetor went, I was sure to follow - a mere twenty four hours had not given me time to fully adjust. If Iromar was to be our new home, I needed to learn of it, become familiar with the lay of the land and the creatures who shared the swamp with the wolves. As I had once told Aithne of whales and seals, she had shared with me descriptions of alligators and beavers. My knowledge of this land was scanty at best, knowing only what I'd been told by others, and as ever I wished to rectify such a thing by experiencing it firsthand.

Aithne's body language alone lifted my spirits, reminding me that though I felt a certain disconnect with the land that I did have a friend here. My tail brushed back and forth, lifting ever so slightly away from my hind legs with the motion. Her pleasure at my company bolstered my slightly downtrodden emotions, and a smile whispered across my lips at her words. "If Praetor intends to remain, then so do I," I stated, matter-of-factly. The land was something that I would grow accustomed to, but a permanent separation from my brother was not. Whether or not I found a unique fascination with my new home remained to be seen, but I thought that it was probably best for Aithne to show me around before I attempted to explore on my own. Iromar was known as a rather dangerous landscape, and although Glorall held its own dangers they were ones I was familiar with from birth. This was all new to me.

Together we walked, moving away from the outskirts of the pack land were the den we had rested within laid. As we made our way further into the heart of her home my eyes wandered about, taking in the trees and flora, how different they were here. The soil beneath my paws felt soft in a way so different from the slide of sand between my toes. It seemed to almost cup the pads of my paws as we walked. My head tipped slightly towards Aithne as she offered me her condolences, asking about the wolf who had defeated my father. While her words came across as sincere, I couldn't help but wonder if some part of her was glad that it had resulted in Praetor and I's arrival here. A sad smirk touched my lips for a moment before I softly shook my head. "All I know of him is the injuries he left Tesseract with; a ruthless brute, to be sure." The sight of my father's mangled leg cropped up fresh in my memory, and I sniffed lightly.

A curious aroma wafted through my nostrils, and though the scents of Iromar were varied and peculiar, this one in particular caught my attention. My grey hooded ears pricked forward, soft violet eyes scanning out in front of us as we made our way ever closer to a boggy area. Softly did my head tilt to the side as my eyes locked upon the strange forms of reptilian beasts lounging along the waterline. It took only this for the light to reignite in my eyes, pale violet pools growing a little wider at the sight. "Alligators?" I breathed in question to Aithne, apprehension rising within me, though my eyes never left the scaled creatures. From what she had told me about them during our time in the grotto, alligators were much like seals in that they were dangerous prey who would gladly bite back when under attack.