The world was bright with possibility, the girl had come to realize. Each day presented something novel, something that hadn't existed to her before. Each realization brought about a feeling that was somewhere in between exaltation and horror- it found its place right in the comfortable spot of neutrality. Adonai was quickly coming to note that most things were best observed from an aloof, indifferent standpoint; there was simply no way to find herself getting into trouble when her entire affect was just so unremarkable. It wasn't as though she was easily forgotten, nor did her words not carry impact with them, but objectivity seemed to simply make everyone agreeable. Things were easier that way, more cohesive, when opinions did not carry so much weight.

And how better to make an impression on another than to agree with them while simultaneously playing devil's advocate? Perhaps it was the acceptance that she may not know the secrets shrouding her birth and early childhood, or perhaps it was early maturation due to those secrets. It was trying, to live on the line between truth and untruth, to be afraid of asking questions only to be denied even the most vague of answers. For now, all Adonai had gathered was that the circumstances of her father and her birth were uncomfortable to her mother, and for that alone she would not press. Detached as she was, there was a certain instinct that told her family should be held above the ordinary, perhaps the same instinct that drove her close to her mother's side when the nights grew colder. The same instinct that made it so her inquiries about Pagan's nightmares were not out of just curiosity, but out of love.

Today, however, she had wandered far from the seaside cave-den, with its thoroughly pelted floors and its lullaby noise of the ocean outside its doorstep. Her paws itched to experience more, and her mind itched to understand more, and so those itches had driven her out of Glorall. It was the first time she had ever properly left the pack, but being older now, she was largely unbothered. Perhaps she should have invited Pagan or one of Glorall's other pups to come, but her paws had carried her too far by the time that thought crossed her mind. Ehiyeh was strangely worrisome over her for reasons she could not understand, bidding her to please stay close- and she had not gone terribly far, but there was only so much to see and do in Glorall, as much as she loved the sea.

Adonai raised her slender head, her body filling out rather nicely as she continued into her first year. It would be summer soon, but for now, the slight chill of spring hung in the air, and a slight fog twisted its way through the eldritch, cavernous openings, giving the entire place a rather ghoulish appeal. It was early morning. Eyes of ice blue ringed with violet peered through the mist, her nose twitched with the scent of a wolf that she could not spy. Perhaps they were hidden in the mouth of one of these caves. The thought, she was sure, should scare her in its implications- but her lanky form remained as passive and unobtrusive as ever.