I am surprised that he remains so interesting to me; I am drawn to these lost children, it seems, drawn to take them in beneath the wings of Glorall and thus, myself. I am inclined to believe that these children are most likely to succeed in this world. When one comes from nothing, after all, there is only all the more to be gained. Then again, perhaps it is less about what they come from and more about what they come with – after all, it is a great step in itself to throw aside legacy or privilege and to begin once more from the very dirt. This boy? He seems to carry little: just his determination and the fur on his back. I think that is what draws me to him, along with his cautionary exclusion of specifics. He will be Glorall’s, yes, but he will be mine in a sense too.

I cannot help but grin in amusement at his words, my brows high and inquisitive as he speaks with such conviction. He has a spine, at least, though it will take time to test how strong it is. Nonetheless, I am glad that he has come here. My excitement, it seems, was not wasted on the boy; his call for me had been truthful in its tune. Where, then, to send him? To put him? We ought to find his path sooner rather than later, after all, so that he may begin to excel upon it. I eye him once more with keen assessment, noting this build he speaks of; strength, to be sure, and yet lean enough to pose a real threat. Perhaps, then, he might be best to meet with Apollymi though I am curious as to whether she can drive him up the same path he desires. She is less vicious, it seems, than my siblings or I. Perhaps I ought to take him, too, or perhaps Ayal will do herself well with a wolf to teach. She is callous, yes, but I have no doubt there is wisdom in that. She is the true test of one’s constitution, after all. If any confidence or fire can survive her then it can survive anybody. I ponder this through narrowed eyes, quiet in my contemplation before I speak once more. ”Where, then, do you feel your potential drives you towards?” I query him now, my face relaxing as I step aside ever so slightly.

My movement presents itself as a path opening in itself, my muzzle motioning briefly to the land beyond me; he may cross now, passing across the boundaries as a member of Glorall. As he passes, I will pivot to move alongside him, directing him towards the inner territories, allowing him to gaze upon the shorelines as we do so. It is now that we will uncover just where to begin his journey towards and I am most curious to hear it. After all, I see him as a warrior and yet, it is not so uncommon that others see themselves differently to me.