Circumstances had changed; in the aftermath of Aithne and my's conversation, she had come to me once more to inform me that my travels to Glorall would no longer be necessary. Though I'd spent a few days mulling over ways to approach Eden, I could not deny a subtle relief at not having to make the trip. I knew that if I did attain my desired rank of Auspex that I would probably have to interact with Glorall's new leader and the residents of my old home at some point, but if I was given more time to acclimate myself to Iromar and my new life and role here then it would only make such a thing easier. Aithne had not yet devised a new task for me to complete to show my worth as Auspex, but I took this time to simply relax and get to know my home better. I'd volunteered to participate in an alligator hunt, which I was both looking forward to and nervous for. There were many wolves that were meant to attend, though, and so I thought that the learning experience would be one most grand. I only hoped that I, and everyone else, would come out uninjured.

I sat upon the stump of a dead and decrepit tree, its trunk having fallen long ago but the base remaining even as its body decayed nearby. My eyes roamed the world around me, taking in that which had become familiar and memorizing that which had not. I had grown up in Glorall and memorized every granule of sand that had touched my paws, and I would do the same here to the point that I could safely walk from one end of the territory to the other with my eyes shut. Lids closed over lavender eyes as I memorized all that sat before me, until my grey ears pulled backwards at the sound of a howl. It was a call for one who was able and willing to speak of alliances. My eyes fluttered open and I remained where I was for a moment. Much the same as the way my realization had come to me that Auspex was the path to take, it dawned upon me that perhaps whatever this wolf had come to speak of might very well serve as task worthy business to attain said rank. I knew that a wolf named Raven typically handled such affairs, but perhaps I could take this one off her plate. My nose lifted towards the overcast skies and I called out a reply, informing the shewolf that I was on my way.

Jumping down from the stump, I stretched out my body as I loped along through the landscape that was becoming more familiar to me with each passing day. My white and grey bodice leapt over a log, knowing full well there was solid ground beyond, and continuing ever forward and closer to the wolf who had requested the presence of a diplomatic wolf of the swamps. Strangely enough, as I came upon her I noticed the similarities between us almost immediately. The grey and whites of her coat, even the purple haze of her eyes. How quaint. Jogging closer to her, my tail waved out behind me - perhaps a more friendly approach than most residents of Moladion would expect when visiting Iromar. But then again, times were changing. Aithne was far different than Andras, or Ishtar and Baphoment before him.

I came to stand before her, ears pricked forward in curiosity, nostrils flaring in an attempt to catch a pack's scent upon her. Though it was faint, the most notable presence in her aroma was that of Spirane. I knew that the mountain pack was a firm ally of Iromar, unlike the treaties we held with Taviora and Diveen. "Hello, I am Vesper, a diplomat for the Empress." I introduced myself politely, but then my eyes lingered upon her, curious what news or tidings she may have brought from her home pack.