Things had grown quiet, almost too quiet at times this year. Embla had been enjoying her home. Yes, strange wolves lived in these lands but wasn’t she too a little strange? She often watched the others from a distance, noticing how quiet the lands had grown over the winter. It seemed many of their pack had dispersed choosing to wander though Embla had no idea why. The monster was not fitting to her name. She was not unfair to those that lived in her lands, yet Embla wondered if it was not her Grim Reaper, Tobias, who scared wolves off. She knew of him since she was a child, he was a creature you were told would eat you if you were bad and warned of if you went wandering. Living around him had been just fine. Embla if anything felt a little bad for all the words that had been said about him growing up, though she knew not all were untrue. He was older now, and calmer and Embla was certain the Monster had something to do with it. Perhaps she should try to talk to the loner wolves, see if they would look into Asteraia as being their home? She wondered about this and perhaps she would speak to her Galileo about it later to be certain.

For now she wanted to explore her home. During the spring Asteraia was probably at its most beautiful. The new flowers were growing and popping up everywhere, the breezes the most relaxing as they pass through her grey and russet coat. Her bright blue eyes were closed for a moment just as such a breeze went over her though with it brought a scent of a child. Curiosity filled Embla causing her to change her path and begin to wander towards the stream that passed through Asteraia.

Soon her bright blue eyes found the white furred child. She cleaned herself laying in the tall grasses and seemingly was enjoying her day. Embla’s tail waved lightly watching the child as she seemed to content herself with her appearance before settling herself down. Feeling still curious the leggy female began to trot down the hill her whispy fur billowing about her. She was not vain or haughty as the child she approached. Vanity was a weakness, but Embla was aware that she was more mystical looking, befitting of her more dreamy personality. ”You are the healers child.” She says softly. Embla recognized the scent of child as she came even closer. ”I saw your mother once at a pack meeting. You look nothing like her child. You look like the freshly fallen winter snow. Did you enjoy that advantage over the winter months?” She asked she was not good at being ‘normal’ in conversation. Imposing herself with probably more questions than she should. But it was hard to do the nuances and really Embla rather get deep down into the soul of each wolf she met.