Unmotivated. She supposed that would have been the best word to describe her. Or, frustrated at least. Really, she had just spent several seasons completely and utterly confused as to what direction she ought to take her life. Afterall, Rogue had felt a great need to venture and roam and whereas Malina could not hold that against her, she had grown to feel at least a little slighted at the prospect of all the unknowns involved. Then, she had seen Tithe atop the mountains and yet, she had been suspicious to approach initially. Malina had liked Tithe, of course, and yet she had always been hesitant towards political turmoil. It had kept her away from Diveen for some time too, after all. Everything just seemed to be put together wrong. One of Heyel's prodigy's had taken Taviora and yet, she had not even been approached by him once despite her position and affiliation with Heyel - she wondered, then, if he had preferred to take Ava, Azrael or Micteca's advice. Maybe her blood wasn't good enough or something. Whatever. In any case, it had soured her moods. It had sent her back to the crags and fields where she had done her best to enjoy her own form of training and basking in the warm sun. She'd have to return to normalcy eventually. She always did.

So, it had been Daenerys' call of victory that had solidified that point. She had partially expected it and yet, she found herself curious as to why the former queen had felt the need to challenge Tithe. Tithe had been honorable, Malina thought, and certainly not the kind of wolf to demand violence in place of diplomacy. To say the least, it had spurred her curiosity.

Call her presumptious but she felt no hesitation in passing by the borders; she sniffed at them wearily but continued with ease, aware of her distinct privilege among others. She had taken to the paths at a slow, lazy jog, investigating each stone and crevice as she did so; namely, she searched for her children's scents or even Sleekwing's amongst them all. Of course, they were there, but distant and aged. She expected they had been quiet during the time of Tithe's rule, a fact that made her brows furrow as she pouted at the thought. She'd talk to Sleekwing about that. That thought in particular had been broken by the sound of her own paw crushing a stick, a sound that made her freeze instinctively as she glanced down with a roll of her eyes. Beyond that sound, though, had been the scuffling of another.

With a lifted brow, Malina stalked forward on quiet paws. She kept her dark form low, shifting behind the rocks and weeds as she crept down the path. Somebody was ahead - somebody small, swift and seemingly hidden. It pulled a side of her lip up in an amused smirk. It had been a long time since somebody had caught her attention in such a way. Like any predator, her eyes were quick to target in on the small form of a child - small, runty almost. For a moment, Malina was reminded of Los with those ruby eyes and then Rogue as her eyes adjusted to the shadows and revealed the crimson collar.

"You're good at hiding, kid," she called out as she paused some feet away, low as she scrambled onto her belly with a floppy wave of her tail - might as well take a break, no? "What else are you good at?" Curiosity really. Her shoulders shrugged off the question as she stayed put, watching the child with inquiry as she considered what she ought to do about some sneaky little runt. Hell, she almost reminded her of Lucid.