I am enthralled in my task, perhaps too eager now to be free from some old den that I have kept for too long. This one will not stink of women long gone or children long left behind; it will not be accursed by wolves since departed or words long since lost. It is new, a newness that is needed in a world that often stagnates. The other, I would think, will make for an appropriate holding ground for what I intend to purge of my brother. None shall question a buried den that reeks of their leader. There is seldom a single purpose for my actions, I think. One must remain multi faceted, multipurpose so to say. What good is a leader who can only think one thought at a time?
It is with a similiar purpose that my ears remain tall and alert, persistent in their surveillence as they swivel from the shoreline to the mainland time and time again. At times, I lift my nose from the dirt and wood to sniff at the air; I ought to keep my guard up, no? Spirane is under turmoil once again and so, there is always the possibility of others rising to continue what Daenerys begins. Like a stone in the river. The sun boils the blood of the ambitious.
I hear, then, paws before I see or smell. They approach levelly, neither threatening nor gentle and so, I ignore them for some moments, assured that it ought to be somebody such as Nari. Her steps, I think, are much the same - a natural, fluid kind of confidence. Yet, the moment the foreign stench of wolf enters the clearing, I feel my hackles lift like blades of grass along my spine. My skin prickles and twitches at the sudden response, my head swinging upwards as I immediately set to finding this stranger. It cannot be helped that a small growl bubbles like a stream in the back of my throat, my legs bracing stiff beneath me as I encounter her pale form as she saunters forward.
She speaks and yet, I merely observe her for a moment. My head tilts, bettering my view of her as I note her tail, unwavering in the presence of myself. In response, I raise my own, arching over my back as I take a stiff step forward, my head lowering defensively. My eyes, however, do not break from hers.