I had my mission and while my brother was still out doing his own investigating it was time for me to do a little of my own. While Zelda and I weren't exactly close the she was still my brother's chosen mate. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with myself, and I half wondered if Ninevah and Jaeger had figured out something for themselves too. I was still young, I told myself that daily and it wasn't like I needed something like that anyway. Or so I told myself. Lailah seemed to be gone, I felt the emptiness without her and even being closer to Spirane didn't seem to fill the void it used too. Of course I took a walk around the mountain's borders trying to work out just what had happened but perhaps she had wandered off Moladion. It had been some time though, and now I think I just need to be married to my work. It was easiest, safest, that way anyway. I had often worried what I did, would do, would get her into trouble. Perhaps I drove her off. I did express my concern, so I only had myself to blame. My soul was calloused though now with her dissapearance, healed over and I was eager to give myself something else to do that wasn't prowling around the forest day after day.

Zelda told me she heard that the pack was taken over by someone less than good. He murdered the Empress rather than did a challenge, while he was taken into custody at that for a deed no one in Moladion would likely forgive. I was honestly disgusted by the prospect that I would be 'serving' him for a time. Working under him, probably even doing things I didn't like just to get closer and figure out just what had happened. But that would take time. I would relay what I could to the girl that originally gave us the information, or try. I figure if I am found out this Aranck fellow probably wouldn't be too happy with me, but it's my specialty, its what we are supposed to do as assassins. Maybe I could even kill him myself if presented with the chance. But I need to see how many, if any, followers are loyal to him.

How hard would it be? I had to wonder making my way towards the borders of the lands, letting my bright rainbow eyes stare at the icy trees thinking about my back story and what I would do and say. A few days, if not a week first out of Taviora before going to Iromar. I need my scent to be stale, I need a fresh name and I think this time my markings would be fine. I couldn't keep up a disguise easily, dying my fur to brown was a pain and keeping the sheen in all this snow and in the moisture of Iromar likely impossible. My eyes generally were a dead givaway to begin with. So a name, a new story that would be about where I had to start.

I stop and let my ears flick when I hear something coming towards me. Small, a child? Or a youngster? I'm already on edge, the days camping out in the wilds would probably do me good anyway. This winter was hard, but I being hungry can add to my story of why I would go to Iromar... I continued walking but something was still slowly tailing me so I stop again letting out a gruff huff of air before turning.

"I got places to go and things to do so if you don't mind?" I say putting on the biggest, nicest smile but really feeling like I am still standing on pins and needles.