That look: what was it? It is not an appropriate one. Her face had twisted up and into something I did not expect. Like a knowing, a surprise though not for the sole fact that I had taken an interest in her. For a moment, she had taken an interest in me. It had brought about a hiss of annoyance from my chest as Glorall's borders came ever closer; it is the unknowing that brings fire to my blood. I will not allow such a thing to hinder this, however. There is purpose in these actions. Her own will not put a stop to them. And so, like this, we come to Glorall in due time.

Eventually, we slow. This is my domain now; the paths of Glorall are often wild, untamed. I know them well, however, and my paws come to a rest as she stops in her movement. Perhaps she is unaware as to why she has taken my curiosity. There is little malice here, after all, and yet it is difficult to convey this in these first few moments. After all, my eyes are hard with curiosity and frustration in my unknowing, my tail arced up and my ears half cocked towards the borders. She has a mate, after all, an older male and yet, a physically capable one after all. I do not expect them to understand my intentions at this point - they are unspoken, after all.

She is closer than I would typically like, and yet, it allows me the opportunity to convey one thing: this is not an attack. I allow my lips to fall into a more relaxed position as she lets forward a call for her mate. So, she is aware of me. Good. This allows the conversation to move forward without the need for introductions. She, too, is not a name that is unfamiliar to those in Moladion. Natu, a wolf of Spirane's hierarchy some time ago. A Spider, so they called her.

"A spider without a web," I say it offhandedly as I put a foot or so of distance between us, maintaining my position on my own terms for the time being. She has, after all, come much more peacefully than expected. "Does it mean the spider has stopped catching for its master?

I turn to her then, resting my eyes upon her as I come to a complete stop. We stand towards the innermost folds of Glorall now; a faint clearing formed out of the sparse trees, where the snow peppers the ground faintly. This will do. For now, I will investigate her. Yet, I am hopeful she has something to offer. After all, I am always interested in those with such peculiar lifestyles and pasts. I wonder, then, why she gave up such a comfortable web in the mountains.