I had been a time most long since I had come to the swamps, for when it was I had last truly found cause to rest upon such borders it was retrieve what was mine from a leader far less then she whom stood upon it’s throne now. Baphomet and Ishtar, perhaps, is being the worst of those whom had sought to lead the once Demon-pack, Andras had held a reign most silent and in Aithne I had at last found one whom was driven not by old prejudice and scorn and for once….a peace long overdue had been formed. I is not knowing the Iromar Queen most well and perhaps this is a thing most displeasing to my mind yet, I had been content in the relations of Iromar and Diveen and sought not to intrude upon her peace any more then she had sought to step upon my own and perhaps in this way we had both been at ease with the wars and rivileries of the past turned behind us as well hey should be. A Queen I is thinking, is being a far more logical creature then a King, Aithne capable of what no other King before her had proven to be willing to offer- armistice. I had tried so very long with Baphomet, tried harder still with Ishtar though she had perhaps been the most blinded of all in her unyielding rage against the wolves of Diveen whom had done nothing to earn her scorn. My Father was long since retired, his assassins were silent with him and it had taken Aithne, it would seem, to look beyond the rule that had been Heyel’s with all its blood and rage (though glory and caring somewhere within) to see that I, Isola, was not my sire and that I had not ruled as he. To long I is thinking there had been those whom would seek to blame Diveen for the actions of Heyel- though I am thinking most assuredly that Heyel is enjoying it still, for he had always taken a pleasure I am thinking- in the misfortunate of others, such thoughts given to endear a smile to my lips in the humour of such thoughts. I wonder not why my Mother had always shaken her head as him.

It was for he I came this day, Heyel, my sire having not joined us upon the mountain and as such I sought to find him, for surely he had merely side-tracked, become…disoriented perhaps for he did not leave Diveen so often these days and it was this concern that brought my paws to Iromar this day. I was…nervous, though I wished to conceal such a thing, seeking not to alarm those of my wolves whom resided with me still though my Kane surely knew most well of my unrest, my thoughts clouded perhaps with the concern that filled them. It is being a thing most…inappropriate I is thinking to cross the border lines as I did and yet in this moment I thought not of such a thing, indeed I sought only a form of white amongst the swamps, ears pricked forward for the sound of the complaints of dirt and mud I had heard since my earliest days- though the swamp stretched silent for now.

I have not been so far within Iromar before and yet my pace remained even and assured, my lope and stride wide and graceful as my blood assures, the russet fur of my spine aglow in the dappled light of the trees before it was another scent so sought to strike my senses and the violet of my gaze fell most delicately upon the form of Aithne not but a short distance from myself- a cry of sorts released to announce my presence as it was I moved mostly hurriedly towards her in this moment.

“Aithne! Please, is you been seeing Heyel in your lands? We is missing him. He is being most fine I is sure but he is not coming to mountain, his eyes do not see so well and we is thinking perhaps he has become most lost. Is he here?”