He is undeniably a sharp boy. As far as I am aware, he has no other family within Glorall now that Solitaire has well and truly vanished from the very essence of the sea. It is always a good thing to see wolves in such a way go beyond their expected nature, surpassing their solitary status and creating something for themselves. I like all forms of ambition, but there is a special taste to ambition that is not created or handed down from another family member. What he has, he has created himself. Perhaps that is why I am drawn to pay such close attention to him, ever curious about his methods and the results they produce. He is not like me any sense and so, he discovers things that I do not. Truly, he is quickly becoming more than an asset. Glorall will do well to keep him close and soon, I will be sure to begin calling him our Arbitrator.

Jaidah is just as much a mystery, truly. I am not entirely given to the idea of giving her shelter, knowing full well that it will mean those packs and individuals targeted by her will feel a sting and yet, the idea of keeping her at bay is a favourable one. She surely does not fight without purpose. Perhaps that purpose would do well here. That is what I am curious about, at least. My only encounter with her was by the river after her defeat at the teeth of Amoxtli; I was perhaps one of the first to gaze upon that sickly hole in her face. It was a surprise, really, to see Taviora’s leader do such a thing. Such a place is not renowned for their ferocity, after all. I suppose even those deemed pacifists must surrender to their instincts eventually. She is a tangle of mystery and so, I am more than interested to see what Tristan has begun unravelling.

I am quick to notice his newfound confidence, pleased to see that he fast understands his place in this world. His efforts should not go unnoticed and so, he ought to begin seeing those efforts within himself. I follow his pace somewhat, an effort to level out our field so that we may be as open as we have been in the past once more. He does not hesitate to begin delving into his knowledge and I nod in acknowledgement as he begins to speak, mulling over his words as they come. These revelations are intriguing, after all, so much so that I feel my brow twitch up without thought, captivated momentarily by such an idea. Wolves had followed her, too? That is interesting in itself. I wonder, then, if they are the wolves that seek to cause disarray among the loners. Attacks, after all, have apparently occurred. Was it Jaidah, after all, keeping them at bay, just as Asteraia’s current leader does? How curious that the pair cannot see one another in the other. ”It is a curious thing, then, that she returns over and over to Asteraia. I wonder if her motherhood is attached to such a place, or if she merely desires that memory for herself.” I half muse to myself, watching out ahead of us as we swing along the dunes that slope down towards the shoreline.

As my paws hit the sand, we begin our journey into the true reason for this information seeking. I turn to face Tristan as he speaks now, watching his face and eyes closely as he delves into this speak of alliances and sanctuary. She seems to request that her wolves may come too – curious in itself, really. Who might they be, I wonder? What troubles ought I expect to see lest I see to it that they are comfortable here? I do not suppose she has told Tristan such a thing, likely withholding those parts of herself in order to secure herself a more stable future. After all, I am less likely to turn down just one, or strangers without history or names. Smart, really.

”You are correct, Tristan. Those who seek power are seldom content with what others give them. It is interesting, though, that others see her as a failure while it was not she who lost such a fight. I wonder where such prejudice stems from,” again, I half muse, never truly expecting an answer though I am consistently open for him to speculate – I am sure he has a much clearer picture than I. ”I am most curious, though, of these wolves she intends to bring with her wherever she goes. If they expect such things from her, I wonder what they would expect from us.” I raise my brow, one side of my lip pulling back into an amused grin. This is valuable information, after all, yet I am curious to see his thoughts on these curiosities.