I knew it was time to move on from Glorall and get a fresh start. It was simply not my time to be there anymore. Everyone I loved and respected was gone. Respect...was something that I thought highly of, and I found no respect in any of the wolves there. Jericho? He was a wolf that I respected, even if our meetings were short. Magnus and Fjallraven had agreed to move to Spirane, and honestly, I am not sure if the girl could handle the new alpha there. He did not seen the kind to tolerate her as well, from what I stalked. I am ready though, and I know they will come. Magnus would not fail me- he is the only one who has not in my life so far.

I am a creature most dainty in delicate, in that I am naturally built this way. My legs are long and I am unfortunately quite feminine. I despise the body that I am locked into. I am beautiful if I like it or not. It is hell. I would much rather be laced with thick muscle and meant to be driven by raw power. But no, what do I get? Looks? What the hell does that do for me other than give me attention I do not want? I understand the advantage of my build though, I just prefer a different style of fighting. I have worked hard to build what muscle I can, and although my form is lithe, my legs do show the work I have put into them. The brindling upon my legs is faint, and the gentle lines I do feel helps me blend into my surroundings to the more dull-headed prey of the world. I move with confidence, and this confidence shows with every step and stride. I come to see the mountain ahead of me, my blue eyes taking in the sight of my potential new home.

It was early morning. It is part sun rise, but not quite high sun. It is a time I enjoy visually, the sun of gleaming and bright but it is not yet hot on this summers day. Clouds play in the bright blue sky, and I do find my brindled face looking up upon them. I remember still staring at the clouds as a pup, and I wonder if it is any different from up high. I lope forward, the scent of a female becoming strong in my nostrils. I slow my pace to a halt. I know a woman rules here. I do...wonder if she is someone I will like. Jericho lives here, so it cannot be too bad I don't think? I suppose I will see.

I sniff the border, my nose wrinkling at the scents. There are many who live here, and part of me dreads having to deal with weaklings of the mind and of the body. They are everywhere though, so it appears to be inevitable. I huff for a moment, my slightly scarred face naturally hardened as I take another look at the mountains through the trees that line the marked border. I flick my tail, and begin to pace. I never cared much for sitting still. I lift my head slightly, my lips parting to call to the leader, and to Jericho if he so pleased as well. I do not need him here. I can always hold my own, but I welcomed him as well. I lower my muzzle, ears perking as I pace along the border, awaiting for someone to greet me into which I may, perhaps, consider my new home.