He hadn't any questions about it. He hadn't asked his father, his sister or any other; he had simply done it, simply taken it upon himself. Truthfully, he felt exhilerated by this sudden decision for it was not exactly one so easily taken by others. No, to become a thief...few desired such a thing and yet he had taken the mantle up with nothing more than a flick of his tail and a smirk. Besides, he supposed becoming a thief without the ill intent meant it was something more than simply stealing a wolf away in the dawn; he had good intentions. What could they complain about? He had done it out of curiosity, out of kindness. Elohim was doing something good.

It had taken him quite some time to find her though, this target of his; he had searched for that particular shade of violet, the shade of red and black through her fur. He had remembered her scent, no longer tainted by Glorall's sea or Iromar's swamps; it had taken time but it had felt worth it when he had found her there among the wilds. He hadn't time to waste, sure that this companion of hers - the one who could call her Empress - would grow curious of the dark shadow by their hideaway. And so, as the sun rose, so too had his conviction.

"Iromar does not sound right anymore," he had uttered the words with a matter of fact tone as he stood before her resting place. His natural state made him appear almost bored as he looked down at her, head tilted slightly with a slackness to his jaw. His eyes roamed her briefly before they settled onto her again with a hmm beneath his breath. "Don't worry. He can come too if he wants." He was sure she would struggle otherwise.

And then, he made it clear enough; behind him, his tail dared to arc somewhat, though his face crumpled momentarily as if the action caused him some discomfort. He did not wish to enforce such a thing, after all, and yet, he needed to steal her away. "You'd be a fool to stay here." He motioned with his muzzle then towards the east, towards Glorall. Hopefully, he thought, she would make this easy.