It is not so often that I become curious enough to take direct action, particularly when said action is so very... blatant; I much prefer subtler means and yet, I had made the mistake of roaming too far into the free lands. There are few times I am able to really enjoy the vastness of the landscape beyond Glorall, seemingly trapped by my own dominion and so, perhaps it was folly that the first scent I encountered was the one that kept me most intrigued. It was in the fields that I sound such a scent; a loner, a female, wrapped in the scent of a Spirane child. Perhaps I am petty to seek such a wolf because of that association and yet, even I am allowed to play childish games at times. I mean no offence to Spirane, I merely believe Glorall is a place overlooked and misunderstood. Sometimes, you must be more... persuasive.

Besides, I must keep myself occupied while I wait for things to head towards fruition. I await Underidge's return, one of my siblings in desperate need of purging (or mending, at least); I await the fallout of Achilles leave too, an unusual turn of events that leaves much to be questioned. It only makes sense that I seek out some form of entertainment in the meantime, no? It just so happens that loners provide the perfect form of such.

I waited before I followed her scent. I followed it towards where she stayed, lingering in the shadows, waiting for my opportunity to approach her. Like a predator, I keenly navigate her behavior; I observe her, her stature, her colour, her scent. I aborb all that I can so that when I make my move, she understands that she has little decision for the time being. Still, I made it known: I am no threat, not directly so, and I am merely a curious wolf with the right power to flex. "Few are given such a chance," I taunt, circling slowly with a tilted head, "and so you might be seen as lucky that I have sought you out this day." I shrug, passive and sauve as I begin to encourage her words the eastern territory. It truly is a beautiful day to become a thief; the sun is high and the breeze cool, laced with the scent of the ocean. She appears strong enough, a likable trait in a world where weakness runs rampant and breeds like wild mice and so, I must be lead to believe she is suitable for Glorall. So few know that it is here that their strengths will be fostered and their natures accepted; if I can accept Dieloch, I have no doubt I will find amusement and fascination in this woman too.