There is a certain boredom that comes with political affairs. They are tedious and require a gentleness I do not care for. They expect flattery... offers of gratitude and assistance... but why? It is so that they do not need to worry their minds about me, or the wolves that live here. In a way, it is an expectation that I will suppress those that live here. I will encourage them to remain peaceful. I will tell them not to desire leadership for they may damage the webs of alliance. What an unusual expectation. Still, it must be done. Even so, I do not wish to personally attend to such things. Not now, at least. If Haziel desires to do it then let him. Perhaps that is his strength. For now, I will merely wait for his return. It takes some time to make a return trip to the mountains, after all, but I have no doubt he will return. It gives me time to watch over the dark girl, Achlys. Her condition is poor. It is ... a concern. If she does not become her usual self again, I am not sure how long to allow such a thing to progress. Surely she would want to be relieved from the burden of strength. Still, I find myself... hoping that she will recover. I have even taken to hunting for her and those she had given birth to. Today, I watch over the shore at the young seals of spring. In time, perhaps I will take one to her. I hear him several moments before he arrives, an ear twisting back to catch his words and arrival. I have grown accustomed to not needing to look at him or perform the ritualistic behaviors of socializing. I do not need to portray my position over him, or even look towards him. It is a good way to be. It makes associating with him much more comfortable. "Excellent. You are quick." It is but an observation. I make an effort, then, to pivot towards him, exaggerating the sound so that he understands. I am eager to learn of what he has discovered, or not discovered. "I am listening, Haziel." |