I am glad that I am able to move more freely now. The tension across my neck and chest has dissipated now and so, I feel little more than a fleshy tightness when I move with haste. The scar tissue grows nonetheless, covered in fur, and yet Hadrian assures me it will be quick to recover all the same. I am not so bothered by scars, though I must admit there is a vanity within me that is glad the fur over my crown has grown back completely. My fur is no longer stained either thansk to the summer shed. It is... pleasant to be back in suitable physical condition. Soon, I will need to sacrifice it once more however. The children will require lessons in defense soon and I must improve my own skills further. I must learn restraint too. Though it may be some time away, I must constantly prepare myself for each and every spring, knowing full well that wolves begin to lust for their own purpose during such a season.

I move along the sand at a lope, testing myself and focusing on the sensation of my paws against the sand. I swerve from time to time, gripping into the sand and swinging my body in order to kick it up slightly. I must learn the soil better and I must learn myself better. Already, I can feel the heat prickling my skin as my tongue lolls out slightly. The sand is hot beneath my paws and yet, I continue forward. It is only when I feel true discomfort that I swerve aside, heading towards the grassier area in order to rest.

I am surprised, then, when I find a stranger in that very place. I pause out of instinct, my legs rigged suddenly and eyes wide with intensity as I stare into her. She seems confused and yet, my eyes are quick to notice the creatures that float above her. I am reminded of Khaleesi suddenly. I discovered her in a field much the same, prancing and bounding about the flowers and butterflies of spring. I frown at the thought, drawn back to this stranger as I let out a huff of warning before taking a slow step forward. My head is low and defensive, my tail naturally arching up in dominance as I stalk closer and breathe in her scent. A loner, at least, and yet she is quite beyond the borders. "Did you ignore them or did you not notice them?" I speak of the borders and yet, I do not mention them beyond the insinuation. I want to know what has failed here... her or, perhaps, my attention to detail. Is she a threat hidden beneath a good disguise or simply a wolf like Khaleesi? It will only take a moment to be sure.