Stagnancy. How boring, how dreary. The winter comes and it brings only agitation, only cold. Change is so slow and yet, the winter stifles it with its cold fingers. Stagnancy, yes. Yet, I am not too phased. Rather, it is merely the course of nature. Achlys hides away, as does Renai, and I can feel my frustrations turn towards the thoughts of Lihi once more. I must move to keep them away. Across the borders, the shores, the rocks that cluster within the rivers. I move, I seek, I find. Scents. Voices in the wind. Spirane remains Spirane and Diveen remains ever so silent in regards to Covet.

The borders, however, move and flow with a new scent. It breaks through the chill of the wind and the snow and it finds me as I find it. Female and yet, she reeks of a male. I am quick to follow it to its source; I find her there upon the borders, surrounded by the early winter snow. She stands out like blood against the white of it all. If I wished for it, the pale of my fur would allow me to melt away and yet, I am brazen in my approach. I arch my tail, my eyes hard onto hers as I come towards her, stopping only when I am close enough to see the very shade of her eyes. I can see her breath and yet, she is alone. My ears and eyes quickly search the perimeter behind her and yet, I find no others. She is here for what purpose?

"This is Glorall," I merely state, passing a sideways glance to the territory beyond, "And you are?"

I am direct, yes, but only because I expect her to be direct. It is cold and hunger strikes so often in such a time - I do not have time to waste.