It was towards the smell of salt that she went, knowing that she should wait for Dieloch to come along with her, but feeling the urge to check out the place they would be asking to stay within. At least that seemed to be the idea that Dieloch was going for, and Illyria wasn't going to say anything on it either way. She had never been in these lands before, and Dieloch had. She trusted him with her life, and if he said this was a good option, then that was good enough for her. Away she went from the woodlands toward the direction indicated and the air that was smelling more heavily of salt as she went.
She had eyed the packs from a distance before now, thinking of what she could see from afar and what might make a good place for a den. Illyria hadn't given it enough thought in the ways of making any kind of choice on the matter, and she was going into this with a clear head. Seeing what was up with the place might be the best bet, as she was interested in finding a den sooner than later. With this all in mind, she paced up closer to the border and peered into the land that she could see from this side, wondering how many others lived here and what they might be like. Illyria wasn't the most social of creatures, as it was.
She could pull her weight where it was needed, but she might not go out of her way to meet and greet everyone who lived here. She liked having her own space, but it would be good for her to get an idea of how things were run here before she was set for sure on being here. Although the feeling of sand at her paws was interesting, so there was that. Pausing near a place where she could see more of what Glorall was from behind the border, Illyria called out for someone to come and greet her. If she was lucky, it would be someone of the accepting sort. If not, whoever else could call for the right ones who could.
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