There is purpose in my stride as I leave the confines of my open sky and meadowed pack. I tell Halcyon in a less than secretive manner that I am on official business yet there is a certain slant to my eye, a cut to the edge of my lip that might be a tell tell sign of my intentions. It had been with mounting curiosity that I had finally settled on doing what needed to be done. I had considered other options. More.. diplomatic ones, and yet the idea rankled me if only because I understood something was OFF. Something was not quite right with this wolf of Glorall. Even he had turned down my mother and I have so many questions that burn within me.

It is those questions that drive me. The insatiable curiosity that Elohim has implanted within me with his snakelike words. Where did my friend get such a clever personality from? He had been silent for much of our friendship - no, not silent, but choosy. Each word was spoken with a care that was unmatched by those around me. I was considered flippant at times and in a way, I rather enjoyed such airs, but I still had the keen mind of my parents. It was not overshadowed by my brazeness in these moments.

Glorall was once a place I visited. When I had first met the darkened wolf that I call my Chancellor, even if it was an honorary title and not a real, concrete one. The edge of our friendship had become somewhat sharpened as of late and it left me unsettled more often than not. I don't know what I longed for but I felt as if the dynamic was shifting in a way I couldn't yet fathom. So I came to seek the root cause of it all, to my mind, and to finally have my answers. I never really knew my grandfather much. He was a rather distant figure in Iromar but I understood that he had been a King once. I was the product of royalty combined and my own children would be such thrice over. Such strong blood has to account for something.

The tracking is difficult for I am unfamiliar with the lay of the land. The sea salt permeates everything and eradicates scent with ease. To me it is as blatant as if a skunk has sprayed in my face, but to those with noses accustomed it would be easy I'm sure. I follow the breadcrumbs that Eden leaves for me with stealthy paws and twitching ears, a fierce look of concentration on my muzzle, and when finally we come to the crux of our meeting it is on uneven odds. I suppose Eden has the upper hand, the way he uncoils from behind me and traipses towards me. I pause with brows furrowed and yet as he draws nearer my blood inflames - it is that richness of Aithne that burns in me as my tail lifts and my lips peel back in warning. I do not strike though. To strike would be detrimental to this meeting for I think Eden not the kind to leave such a slight unpunished. I do not hunger for battle like some, but more than that, I am tempered by the mate that I have turned to. Halcyon seeks peace and I would give him that. It is not that I seek war, but I do not countenance such ill things.

I don't back down because instinct demands I do not. I am in HIS pack, yes, but we are equals, him and I. By station and birth, I think, but I don't rightly know his lineage. There is much I am not privy to yet but I will be. He touches me and a low rumble is given as my eyes fasten upon him. In this moment I am very much my mother with her temper, with her strength and dominance. The air fairly reeks of pride. "You are a hard wolf to catch, but I suppose a King confined to his castle is the safest." There is a slight undertone to my bold voice, a testing of him, a bite at his ego. Did he fear the free lands? I strode boldly through them, a Queen. I do not wait though as he plays his games. I am not as crafty and subtle as he might think, or hope, me to be. "Why did you refuse my mother your packs friendship?" There is true affront in the tone of my voice because, as all children, I have placed her on a pedestal far above me that all should also see.