Grimly, the tides of Moladion shifted. Nahal felt the chill of danger in the wilds, her nose sensitive to the sudden shift in wolf populations and other predators. She may have lived silently for a decade fluidly living around the chaos of power seekers, but it would become impossible in the near future. With giant threats prowling free lands and traitorous wolves staining nature’s fur, she could no longer depend on her own legs to deliver her to safety. Nahal needed to return to the source of her life force. However, as she understood, Isola and Kane were gone and her remaining sibling, Haziel, was as close as she could come to home.

Nahal was unconfident that Haziel would even remember her. He only had his sense of smell. So, it left reliance on his memory of aromas years old. Only through the unreliable means of scent-searching was it in her knowledge he may be in Glorall with Eden - a male she only ever observed from a distance. She'd been curious who his father was since Ava had always seemed particular, but Nahal never questioned. She was content in her ignorance until recently, when lack of knowledge and sociability could kill her. And so, searching for the only connection she felt she had any claim in rekindling, she appeared out of the haze of morning on Glorall’s border.

Ochre dyed the blue mists betwixt the trees. Nahal’s eyes traced the light path from the inside of the territory to the nearest spot-lit dew covered leaves on a low bush beside her. Her paw glided through the air and steadily shook the water rhinestones from the verdant vegetation. It was the only magic she knew to summon others; perhaps they were attune to forces that she was blind to.