They have called for me - us? - and yet, I have no particular interest in attending some public affair to condemn a wolf I do not know. It simply does not interest me. Perhaps the conclusion to their spectacle may but what incentive is there to show my face or provide my opinion? A wolf has done what he wanted to do just as I had, and just as Achilles had. That is surely all there is to it. So it is on this day that I find myself oddly at peace, comfortable in knowing the chaos that ensues so close to home. It is a risk in itself to leave so many packs unattended - perhaps their agitation has blinded them to the fact. In that case, perhaps we will see more change than initially thought.

I rest on the shores this day, my paws dipped into the last of summer's warmth. The ocean is beginning to once more turn a sullen grey - listless, preparing for a savage winter undoubtedly. It is a comfortable place, though, my paws stretched out into the sand, toes flexed. A single ear turns towards Diveen, ever carefully listen to whatever might occur - be it a savage howl of challenge, or a shrill scream of pain. It is only when a scent vaguely familiar touches the breeze that the other ear turns outwards and into the territory's innards. Another approaches, the faint sound of sand crunching half-lost in the wind.

Soon enough, I take myself away from comfort. I move along the beach without hesitation, meeting my would-be company head on. She is a slight creature. Dark. Bright eyed. Her body is confident and yet, I wonder how such a thing will last. She smells of the ocean, the sand: she is clearly one of our own and yet, she has hidden away in the folds of the shores until now. A single side of my lip twitches up to reveal my teeth, a warning that I have indeed noticed her prior absence. It is not exactly... polite to live with others without their knowledge. Like slipping into a den in the dead of night only to leave by the morning.

I slow to a stop then and allow her to pace forward until she, too, takes her position. For some time, I remain as quiet as she is - I watch her breathing, her face, every inch of her. I inspect her in order to learn of her motive for no words are uttered. Eventually, I take the meaning of her silence. My brows press together - she cannot speak. She is even more silent than Achlys and yet, silence has never bothered me. She is here for a reason though.

"Show me what you want."

I say it without hesitation then. If she wants something, she will need to give me some... idea. Be it that she chase some gull down or sneak away in silence - I do not know. Perhaps this is a test in itself. Think of a way, little one, and perhaps you'll get your wish.