I do not linger in Glorall for long. Spring has fast made itself known, the snow well and truly thawed from each inch of the seaside territory. There is much to be done always and yet, this is of utmost importance for now. I have remarked the borders and investigated any potential threats and now, I must move on. It is a long journey to the north and I begin come the fall of night, traveling under the cloak of shadow and concealed, quiet steps. It is perhaps a safer time to travel, my body's residual tiredness hidden from prying eyes. I am not ashamed of the breaks in my skin or the exertion that still sits comfortably in my muscles and yet, I understand it is only natural to sniff out any weakness. I would do the same, after all.

My wounds are still a sticky, orange-stained mess and yet, they will do their job. I have no doubt of that - I have healed before and I shall heal again. I have done what I can to cleanse them, or at least keep them free from debris. It is all that can be done and I expect no additional kindness from those whose pack I move towards. If anything, perhaps their presence upon me will truly lure out the colours of the otherwise mysterious Asteraia. I know little about them, after all. I only know what I could perceive from the furthermost reaches of the territory - it has been some time, though, since I have needed to visit. Renai had left and so, my anchor had too.

The sun begins to rise as I arrive from the southern border. It is here that one can truly feel spring's arrival with the warm breezes that flow across the open plains with ease. I bask in their warmth for a short moment, allowing my eyes to adjust to the new terrain as I seek out any faces among the grass. It is a concerning thing, I believe, that the female that had come for me smelt like the fields. It had been a vague scent, perhaps, and yet she has little reason to smell as such unless she truly hails from here. I narrow my eyes at the thought but I shan't let such an expression last long. I need to allow this situation to be civil. I will not allow myself to operate solely from an assumption. Scents can lie, after all.

With that, I steady myself upon the border, my body held confidently enough and yet, conscious that I must refrain from an overt display. It is all too easy to avoid that as it is - I cannot stand too proudly for the tension of the muscles required causes quite an unhappiness in my wounds. Still, I do my best to elude to a painless existence as I call for their leader, a nameless woman. It seems we have things to discuss, after all.