Curious, this incident. Curious that she would come for me and yet, for what purpose? One might say she had chosen a bad time to disrupt my duties and yet, one might question why she had bothered to do so at all. Had she expected me to go to Asteraia? Had she expected me to fight for some assumed honour? No, I would not fight, would not care to stop her. She comes for me and so, let her come. She enters Glorall, she enters my maw, and so, I will not disagree with a lamb who willingly toys with the teeth of a wolf. I will humour her if only because it serves my own curiosities.

When she comes, I have no hesitation in seeking her out. I will walk with a bounce into her waiting maw, eyes keen as I watch her move through the fading shadows of the morning. I do not make it easy to find me though, luring her deeper away from the borders until I am confident she is well and truly honest in her attempts to claim me for her own. I was ambitious at her age and I wonder, if albeit briefly, she has come to complete the circle that started with her grandfather. Perhaps she needs a reminder: two of her ancestors were slaughtered for their pack. Does she mean to inspire that particular cycle to continue?

I get ahead of myself. I feel the familiar heat of my blood in my veins - she is more offensive than I initially believed. Ambitious but offensive. I suppose she has succeeded in making a first impression, no? After all, this is Asteraia's first approach.

I arc around her, toying momentarily as I allow a twig to snap between my paws, my fur to slide against the trunks of trees as I move to her flank. It is then that I approach openly, snaking up towards her, eyes locking onto her as my head tilts in inquiry. I say nothing though, simply testing the boundary, moving closer and closer until she flinches away. If she does not, then I shall press against her flank - if she desires to make me uncomfortable, offended even, than I shall seek to do the same.