Inanna would never claim it was jealousy that drove her motivation at this time. It was the furthest thing from her mind. She continued to tell herself she just wanted to get to know who claimed Thor’s soul. If she were to be Thor’s fire, as she realized she yearned to be, who was his ember. He had assured her all he felt for Talien was brotherly affection and a sense of protectiveness. His words did not completely dispel her concerns. She knew what she felt for her own Imprint and wondered if it was the same for other women as well. Felt ears flicked back against her thoughts and the gentle winter breeze, she stepped from the seaside pack lands in search for this mysterious woman. It did not matter she had no clues as to who Talien was, where she would be, or even what she smelled like, she figured she would run into the wolf eventually.

She wandered around the freelands for a while, attempting to pick up anything that would have given her a lead. Even if it had been Thor’s old trails to where he had originally met the other woman in the gathering of wolves. With no luck, Inanna huffed to herself and returned to the lands bordering Glorall. She thought maybe it would be a random day where Talien would be wanting to visit her Imprint, or possibly even just where the other was living these days. Either way, Inanna continued to roam the area, slowly starting to miss the scent of Thor and feel the need to run against him again and further the sharing of their scents. Though after months of bedding together, she was fairly sure she smelled more like him than she did herself.