The sound from Iromar is not one I entirely understand; in fact, it almost feels too foreign to comprehend. Even Achilles had not announced such a thing so brazenly when he had taken his leave and yet, Iromar resonates with voluntary change. To say it makes me curious is an understatement to be sure and yet, I do not suppose I will act upon said curiosity any time soon. Their defenses are sure to be heightened with a peaceful turnover, after all. I imagine they will expect usurpers to rise from the free lands to test their new leader's strengths and so, I know to keep my distance. I wonder, though, if seeking out Raven would be beneficial or not. Perhaps she could enlighten me to the peculiarities and yet, she might just do the opposite. I do not think I told her what she wished to hear the last time I had spoken with her.

In any case, I am watchful of the borders, curious as to whether or not their new leader might seek immediate attempts at alliances. Spirane had not done so and yet, I cannot say I am surprised. Daenerys is a ruler who has seen the throne for many years, after all. It seems the longer one holds power, the more they understand that they do not need to seek reassurance from strangers around them. There is a certain respect for the leaders that choose not to align themselves so frivolously and yet, I am always curious as to what keeps them away from here.

In any case, it is these thoughts that brings me towards the southern borders of Glorall. Perhaps I am spiteful in these moments, retreating south to make any effort in reaching me all the more difficult and yet, one might say I am simply thinking wishfully. Who would seek out Glorall in such a time? If any pack is to be offered Iromar's paw in these changing times, it ought not to be here. Perhaps they think I will turn them down. I am not so tactless. All I ask is that they entertain me more than simply repeating lines at me - is that so hard? Nonetheless, it is for myself too. The southern reaches of Glorall are quite pleasant; they are wild and unmanaged, a far cry from the paths and worn down grasslands by the borders. Here, one can truly enjoy silence.

Yet, I am not alone. This much becomes obvious as I witness a ghostly form by the waters; how long has she been here? I was ignorant to not find her scent and yet, perhaps she has been here so long that she has simply become one with the stench of the sea.

I approach her then, slowly at first as I move from behind her; I stay low to the ground, a predatory stance as I creep forward. My eyes fixate upon her, observing the silvered hue of her fur and the narrowness of her form. She is a wisp, a wraith - did the children not have stories of some ghost? I almost grin at the thought of humoring them with this and yet, this is serious. There is an intruder and now, I have her cornered between myself and the great sea beyond. For that reason, I offer her no words. Instead, I issue her a simple, sharp bark of warning and inquiry as I saunter forward several stiff steps.