Perhaps I have been wrong about the gypsies. I have spent much time considering them with a scrutinous gaze, one full of unfounded paranoia...perhaps it is time I view them with a more rose coloured shade. After all, they are plausible assets. In any case, this is the nature of politics at its core. This wolf, this stranger, that has stumbled upon me today has proven to be more valuable than initially thought. She is worth the scraps of good meat, I think.

"I believe Tithe and Taika are close," I respond idly, nodding slightly, "of any wolf, he will know where or how to find her." In truth, I have few ideas on where the fallen king of Spirane is. Has he turned loner? Or has he taken refuge in other borders? Wherever he is, a gypsy ought to be abel to find him and then, I should be able too as well. In any case, it has opened up dialogue with the white woman and that is my goal now. The rest? Inconsequential.

I move aside slightly when she begins to move towards the carcass, diligent always to remain untouched. For whatever reason, my desire of closeness has never flourished. I prefer the cold distance between us despite her open arms as far as answering my queries go. In response, I am sure to listen closely, allowing my guard to fall so that she might feel more comfortable. It is the name of my own son, Elohim, though that incites a flick of my ear and a twitch in my eye. I try my best to suppress it and yet, it will surely show. I do not suppose it is a bad thing though for her to assume the connection; after all, if he is...connected - somehow - to their group, it will serve to be useful in the future.

"Small does not always mean bad," I shrug, knowing this will. Glorall is small and always has been and yet each individual is strong in and of themselves. "Do you wish to expand your size?" I ask her frankly, settling down onto my haunches with my eyes narrowed. My mind is quick to put together ideas and already, I foresee a potentially viable method of increasing their size and therefore, allowing a more free flow of information across Moladion. Perhaps I am forward in addressing the issue with her - perhaps I am placin too much premature trust in her - and yet, for now at least, I see little to lose besides the fat and meat of an elk.