Perhaps I have remained a bit...off the sights of after the changes. I did not expect things to remain stable and did not feel any need to exert myself quite yet. I had worked hard for my position in Spirane before, under the now fallen Queen, and I am not pleased to lose this standing after all that hard work. There is no where else for me to go now though. I cannot go to Glorall without wanting to rip my brother's hide, and Diveen and Iromar as neighbors. I know I would be tempted to sneak into Glorall if I lived so close. I know nothing of Taviora or Asteraia. Perhaps it is just an excuse, but I guess I want to remain here for now.

I did not expect the pack to change paws right before I was ready to introduce myself to Roman. I was ready today after fully deciding to stay on the mountains. I enjoyed the challenge of hiking and the danger of the peaks. I am in constant need of challenge, and at least the terrain was not exactly a friendly one at all times. Clouds are spread thick overhead. Grey sweeps over the blue as a rush of slightly cold flees between my multi-grey hued furs. My bright blue eyes look up, observing the fact that it was, indeed, going to rain. I have yet to hear thunder or see lightning though. I wonder if it will just pour. I shrug as my attentions divert back to the task at hand- meeting the now-leader of Spirane.

I am light on my feet, like feathers in a wind. I reflect a certain beauty in the grey world and growing fall. I am sleek and lithe despite my loathing for it. I move along rock with my nails clicking upon them, until I reach the area where I think this leader is- or at least will hear my call.

My light grey, almost white head touched with darker brindle lifts, my voice calling for the now leader. It is a voice gentle in my asking, yet roughened from my years and slow callousing of my entire existence. My nose remains high for a moment as my voice slowly fades, my nares tasting the air thick with growing moisture and darkening skies despite the fact that it is mid-day. I lower my head, my eyes looking out into the distance until it is clouded with the thickness of trees. I feel a single drop of liquid hit my ear- and nothing else but the invisible force of growing wind. My look is serious, as always, my face slightly scarred and my eyes reflecting the shadows of my past as I stood waiting, for this leader to arrive if he so wishes.