It was late when I came, the white of my fur hidden beneath numerous layers of dust and earth to make it appear a true and rich earthen brown, each silver tip dusted over, the red of my ears concealed and leaving only the violet of my gaze left. I can’t change that after all and surely wolves other than the Angel line possess violet hued eyes don’t they? I paused briefly outside the border, my newly darkened form concealed in the night and the scent of Diveen long gone from my fur. I could wait at the border I suppose, but then if I did, well, I might never find the one I was looking for. So I made a decision, one paw stepping over the border, followed by another, slipping into the shadows of the dunes as I moved, attempting to put to use the assassin training I had received so far. Heyel had never finished my training but he had taught me enough to get by, Micteca assuring me she would fill in the blanks, Calliel and Achilles a valuable resource in that regard as well. I paused, listening, straining to hear over the waves and assure myself no one was coming to halt my infiltration into Glorall. I wasn’t entirely sure who I was looking for, aside from a name and a vague description of the wolfess they said was gathering a group of sorts. I didn’t know who she was or why she was gathering wolves and yet I had made it my business to know these things. Maybe she could be useful, helpful, valuable- I will hardly know until I find out. It would have been easy to use Hadrian for such things as information in regards to the state of Glorall but why not expand my horizons a little to those not bound to myself by blood?

I loped onward, weaving in and out of the rocks and across the beach, following one scent and then another. Either I would find the girl I was looking for or I would not, my mind having allowed for these two possibilities and nothing else as I moved further away from the beach and tussock grass and deeper into the pack land itself. To be honest- it smelled, namely like fish and weed and I support se that is not there fault yet really…..really, could nothing be done about it? Could we not instigate a seaweed patrol? Has Glorall so few wolves that they cannot maintain clean beaches? Maybe it is an effort in futility but truly a little attempt at maintenance could hardly go awry now could it? I shook the thought away, pressing on still. Overall it was a nice pack, I suppose, if you like that sort of thing. It would be good for digging holes in- that’s a point in its favour….I suppose. The violet of my gaze lingered still, earthen form stepping from the shadows and into the light of the moon, affording me a better, clearer view of the land around while searching for this ever illusive Bellatrix. Maybe I should just wait- maybe if she was as forward thinking as they claimed she would just come to me.

Either that or a border patrol would chase me out. I suppose we would simply wait and see. I moved to seat myself upon a pale white dune, form partly concealed in shadow as I did, aware of all around me as I had been trained to be- even though I had not come as myself. Hyrule of Diveen would have no need to speak to Glorall’s budding gang leader- but Majora of nowhere did.




m a j o r a in disguise, cannot be identified