I wasn’t going to continue to intrude upon her business, after all I would be rather annoyed if someone was pestering my hunting exploits let alone being loud about it. Already I feel I have pressured her enough yet I want to know what it is that makes her feel so familiar to me. I honestly think I am beyond really caring, after all Aranck was dead, Malleah, wench though she was, was used just as much by that dastard as he tried to use all of us. I won that war though. I got the Prince out under his nose and he didn’t even suspect a thing… I got this injury but for the Prince I felt it was worth it. Though I can tell he is worse of than ever now, but he is back with his sister, safe in Asteraia, and now I can only hope he can slowly recover from the time that Aranck brought hell all around him. I hated that it happened to him of all wolves. Such a thing could have happened to me and I would have been scared but for Lazarus I know it will sit with him forever…

She says she is not from Iromar and I have no reason to not believe her. After all I feel the female is being truthful in that she traveled nearby though and I wonder if maybe that is how I knew her. Walking the borders I spotted her while she searched for her father. ”Was he of Iromar?” I know sometimes wolves have family’s outside of the pack, but I don’t know much, but perhaps I could help her on the right path. Many wolves scattered to the winds the moment Aranck took charge, perhaps her father was one of them? My father certainly was, but then again many of my family seemed to die or otherwise vacate Moladion suddenly, I just think my father went after them. He was much closer to the angels than I was. Iromar had always been my home, well, until I went to Asteraia.

I miss the moors though, but my loyalty to Lazarus and Aster overrode any desire to the pack land itself. ”That’s okay, sorry to bother you then.” I say with another roll of my shoulders, though before I can depart she asks me who I am. ”Just a guard of Asteraia, formerly of Iromar until our Empress was brutally murdered. That’s all history though, he’s dead, we are alive and the world is far better off without that vomit inducing creature.” I say overly casually, ”Though if you want a name, it’s Undyne. What’s yours?” It was only polite to ask, plus if I happen to find her father, if she gives me his name, maybe I could send him her way.

I won’t go out of my way to help a stranger like her, but I wouldn’t be quick to forget if I were to run into a certain male. I didn’t know of course that her father was long since dead, that her mother was the contracted partner of the very blight I spoke previously, but I should’ve maybe known. I just didn’t care as much as maybe I should have. Anything pertaining to the lives of Aster or Lazarus though, that was information I would cling and act on in an instant.