Grimoire expected that she’d have to scout out the crazy wolf, Elijah, Nakki told her about. Probably, he wasn’t any grand secret anymore, but that didn't mean he couldn’t be elusive she was eager to meet his insanity. Mother said he was… sort of like a riptide. Forceful, but avoidable until caught in his jaws. Grimoire figure that she knew best. The wolf had left her mother with a scars worth telling about from their only encounter. Needless to say, mommy dearest had been dominated by him. After her rear leg healed, Nakki had a permanent limp.

Any wolf who could do that was certainly worth a bit of time investigating. How much time exactly? That depended on how convinced Grimoire became of their ability to supply her with entertainment. Finding him was certainly an interesting chore (though it was getting old quickly). She had no scent to go off of, and no idea where his connections were because she hadn’t met her mother’s cohort, Enderly, since arriving in Moladion. All she had was a physical description and a name to follow around. So what was the next best thing? Looking aimlessly and calling attention to herself. As she weaved through the brush, she whistled out whimsically,

"Elijah! Oooh Elijah - would you be a dear and come out? No? Alright. You stay hidden and I’ll just keep looking. Eeeellliiijjjaahhh!”

Despite the carelessness that her lazy saunter and rolling eyes suggested, her nose and ears were alert as she searched for fresh wolf scent and kept an ear out for movement among the hidden places around her. She reach a paw for a flat stone and overturned it and lowered her eye to the spot as if a wolf could have hid under it. When no bug-wolf emerged from the dirt, she shrugged, and continued onwards through the foliage, calling out to the wolf she sought.