Haziel and Arcturus have been invaluable these last few seasons. Each of them has performed rather exceptionally, though their desires seem vastly their own. I cannot say why it is that Arcturus has come to me with his findings and yet, I am glad he has. In time, he will become Glorall’s. That much I know for certain. Haziel, on the other hand, has proven himself suitable to advise me directly. He has a unique capability, one that has seemingly become so very useful. Who would think that a wolf born without sight would find strength elsewhere? He is sharp in other aspects. I wonder, then, if Cartel shall grow to garner such strengths. However, he is not today’s agenda.
Dieloch was an unusual one – is, I suppose is better to say. I do not doubt that strangeness has changed but rather been fostered by his alleged actions. It is not his actions, however, that distinctly bother me. In fact, I do not care what he decides to feed himself on – weak is weak no matter the species. It is simply a bother that he is messy. His scent was upon Zeus’ pelt and Arcturus was able to view his actions firsthand. These are the things that bother me. One can have acceptable ideas but if their execution is poor then those ideas become obsolete. That is the purpose of today; I must wash my paws of these transgressions in order to keep Glorall out of Diveen, and potentially other packs’, sights. It is a shame, truly, for he is clearly strong and capable enough but it seems few understand the importance of relinquishing their past in order to progress forward. It cannot be helped, though. What must be done shall be done, though I shall offer him what small mercy I can. After all, it would be a shame if he took this personally. This is simply political. Business is as business does.
The sun has begun to rise when I seek him out, following his scent across the territory. It takes time and yet, I begin to see his form materialize soon enough. How strange that he looks so unchanged and yet, perhaps that is the case entirely. Perhaps his motives for coming here were simply hidden when he arrived and now he has decided to act upon him. It would not be all that surprising; he was suspicious early in our meetings and yet, I had chosen to allow him entrance. I have not come to regret that. Rather, I am simply… bothered that he acts without considering the greater population of the pack. To serve Zeus, too? It is a fool’s journey. Diveen is fast on the trail of that male. He will surely be caught in no time, his alleged transgressions paid for and his name tabooed. Who would follow such a wolf? For what purpose?
I approach without caution, my pace slowing as I come to pause a short distance from him. For a moment, I simply assess and observe him, though I am just as quick to cut the silence with a simple question.