It is an interesting thing, truly, the way she manages to both juggle her ambitions with her desire (or, seemingly her desire at least) to create children. I was never able to balance the two, or perhaps it was more a lack of desire to do so that had stifled me. Even now, I do not think of them come winter; Achlys’ continuous disappearance is not the single driving force anymore. I simply find that I am not inclined to feel all that much for any female, let alone enough to desire any semblance of a family. There are some that hold my interest, at least, as volatile as it may be. After all, I have my sons and my daughter and each does as they please, finding their own way in life: why should I desire more? Blood is nothing, after all. I find more enjoyment in the games that wolves such as Victor or Arcturus play. They are more me than those born from my blood. Isn’t that enough?

Natu, on the other hand, seems to swell once more with the promise of new children. Her last were healthy and I wonder if she will be so lucky this time. I have seen what such creatures can do and I can only hope Hadrian finds himself well enough to take any measures he must, or I must hope Glorall finds itself more healers by such a time. I doubt that I have learnt enough to save any lives, and that is under the implication that I would desire to do so. By all means, I do like this Natu at least. I do think I would move to keep her alive, at least. She is intriguing in her own right; I often wonder what drove her to remain here when she was very capable to return to Taviora or Spirane. Do they not desire her back? It seems so many do not realize what they have lost or what they lack. It is for the better, I think.

I have caught her scent on the breeze this day, growing in its strength; I was contemplating whether or not to trek towards Taviora and yet, she seems to offer me another purpose. For that, I pause in the sand, lifting my nose to the breeze and allowing myself this moment of quiet before her voice cuts through the air. I turn to her instantaneously, my movements fluid and easy as my eyes meet the blue of hers. She comes without hesitation, her voice cutting the breeze just as swiftly, giving me little time to respond besides from a rough nod of greeting. This is the ambition I speak of.

I nod quietly as she speaks, my lip turning up slightly at the coincidence of a child wishing to pursue healing. Her lack of appearances is, however, a concern and I make note to track this Innana down. I know little of her, after all, save from her parents; a lonely life to be sure, born from such a father. Giving her a path to follow ought to be a good thing. As for these loners? My brow twitches. I cannot say I am surprised to hear such a thing, though it seems they are blind to the other issues beyond these petty names. Angels, Demons… Aithne was surely the one to see to their true peace. I have a difficulty believing Achilles has done more than flaunt his title all the same; is it still a truce if it hangs on the fact that there are no more Demons to speak of? If everybody is an Angel, of course nobody names themselves to the contrary. Regardless, it is good to hear in one way or another. ”I am pleased to hear this, Natu,” I state simply, giving her another small nod of acknowledgement before continuing, ”It will do us well, I think, to find this child you speak of. Perhaps her parents ought to have some idea. Once we do so, I will be sure to begin introducing her to the ideas of healing. Tell me, for I am curious, which pack would do a healer’s apprentice better: Spirane or Taviora?” My brow tilts in curiosity, though my question is not malicious. She is simply one of the few that has experience in such places; my own experience with Taviora is outdated, after all. I simply know of Zeltin and her methods.

What she says next makes me fall quiet though, my eyes narrowing slightly in thought. There has been, after all, an allegation pertaining to a wolf within Glorall in relation to such a thing and though I am inclined to not judge their inclinations, I am inclined to grow cautious if it is indeed he or his companions that seek to do such a thing. Maintaining a pack is messy enough work without the blood of others seeping in from below. ”Is there any word on whether these wolves hail from any… particular place? Any descriptions, perhaps?” There is blatant suspicious in my voice and I have no intention of hiding it from her. After all, if she is to become our Arbiter, then she ought to know the ins and outs of others. I am, however, aware that perhaps I have asked too much, and so, I am quick to follow up with a more gentle… notion, I suppose. ”If I am asking too much of you, do not hesitate to let me know. It is simply a great curiosity, these wolves. They say such things of a certain pack, after all, and I grow weary as to whether their leader’s hold on them grows shaky.” It would be a shame, after all. Their Monster was quite the woman and it’d be a true shame to see her go to waste at the hands of a wolf without half the mind to at least hide their mess. Eat as you please, after all, but you ought to do a better job at ensuring there is no mess – or no survivors.