He does not fully understand the concept of storytelling, or why such a thing has come to Glorall and yet, he is curious nonetheless. It is a new thing and so, he figures it must be an interesting thing at that. To him, stories were little more than historical recounts, or budding theories and concepts but, even then, those were few and far between between he and his parents. His father taught him what he needed to know but otherwise, he was left to his own devices with the expectation that he begin to unravel the world for himself. So far, he cannot help but think that he has done well enough; he has learnt enough language to get by and he has scoured the free lands with voracious eagerness. It is like an addiction, in that sense. He hungers for more and more information, barely satiated the moment he finds something new. So, that is why he comes immediately when he knows it is time.

He moves to follow these unknown scents when they blow in the breeze; female and male, like the mountains and like the free lands. He absorbs all that he can from them as he tails them at a great distance, remaining out of sight to the best of his abilities as they progress through the pack's mainland. He is captivated by them. He is captivated by the strange brown woman he seems more a child than even he; he is captivated by the quiet golden woman who seems to smile at things he cannot see and he is just as interested in the steely male who carries himself with what Elohim understands is honor. Something akin to that, at least. He does not move with the same serpent-like stealth as Elohim and so, he is different and thus interesting. He is fast becoming more interested in them than any prospect of a story, he thinks.

He settles, then, in the trees and shrubbery as they settle onto the shores. It is only when they have called for others and when a child has emerged that he, too, emerges from his vantage point. He is older than the other, surely, as he nears his second spring and yet, he knows this still ensures he is seen as a pup. It is strange to him and yet, today he is glad for it. He did not wish to miss out on this opportunity.

With long, effortless strides, he brings himself towards the group, his head tilted as he makes eye contact with each individual before settling on the brown woman. It is she that garners the attention of the younger boy and so, Elohim is inclined to pay her attention too, if only to understand why she does so. The way she wiggles about confuses him and yet, slowly, he comes to be seated by her, facing her as he reaches out with a dark paw to swat at her. He has seen children do that much, at least. Even young bears seemed to mimic such behavior. As if looking for reassurance (but truthfully, it is to ensure the golden woman knows she has his attention too), he glances towards Sorcha with a flick of his ear.