Grimoire tracked, for a brief moment, the red touched female enter the hall. Her gaze watched the female press into the rocks, manipulating how shadows fell to conceal her bright fur. And then, she was gone; the smaller wolf became a part of the stones, her smell indistinguishable from their damp musk. If Grimoire hadn’t seen where the darling had gone, she would never have known there was a wolf hidden there. Grimoire’s eyes slid from the obscured spot, loosing sight of the wolf who was effectively no longer present. A curious gift which Grimoire stored for later inspection. Her attention turned to the wolves entering. Three. It was enough… but also a disappointing number. She had hoped Moladion’s packs’ apparent instability would have allowed more renegade souls to attend.

At the same time, it only secured that her influence was required. The wild here was organized to the point of dysfunction; it strangled the liveliness of unrest - the necessary catalyst for invention and progress. The three wolves that came - to separate them entirely from the quantity of them - were immaculate in their quality. If all agreed to her proposal, she expected the number of wolves she thought would have been necessary would halved.

The first to enter was a male who was nearly the largest wolf she’d seen before. Not only was he near the tallest of wolves, he was also nearly maxed weight wise. And that weight, she perceived, was muscle. Her eyes lingered on his coloration; it seemed to her as if the true gold of his fur was hidden beneath a dark cloak. Concerning, but altogether engaging.

Her eyes focused second on the smallest male she’d encountered; Her little ember. Zharko. True to his character, his presence intrigued her. Light weight as he was, there was a wonderful strength that came with the ability to illicit underestimation. Grimoire’s mind gears ticked in consideration. How could she use that talent? It was a new skill she’d need to master…

Lastly, her eyes turned to Segin. Oh the brindled boy she’d met in Encore Woodlands to long ago. He’d been large then. Now, he was colossal. He was maxed in height and weight. She followed the brindles male’s gaze momentarily to the gold-hooded male; it seemed, she’d a relation in the midst. Their massive size, similar color, and handsome features caused her to wonder how close in blood they might be?

Her eyes returned to Segin when his voice rumbled through the chamber. His mirth caused her lip to quirk upwards. So he’d learned to flirt? Impressive. Grimoire retorted,


"Now, Goldie."

She wondered if he would recall the flirtatious nickname the small silver wolf he’d ended up attacking gave him. Grimoire continued,

"I have a job proposal for the three of you, though it does depend upon my ability to secure an alpha position. I will describe it as if I will succeed, and after, I would speak with you individually to discuss whether or not you will take the job and what payment I can offer."

She paused a moment to allow her words to sink in, and then Grimoire proceeded,

"I need wolves to assist me in holding the alpha position and keep a select few prisoners to discourage uprising until loyalist would stabilize the pack enough for us to keep threats at bay. The job would conclude upon my new pack gaining six permanent members."

Grimoire’s sharp eyes calculated the features of their faces, attempting to gauge their reactions. Two wolves here already knew her wily nature, but neither, she thought, where entirely opposed to her. Given the correct bribe, she didn’t think they’d have much against a change of power. That being said, she wasn’t ignorant that a spy may be among them. It was the reason she’d been vague enough to hide from them which alpha she planned to challenge. Not that a spy could have done much beside warn their alpha; it was the law of Moladoin for her to ensnare leadership forcefully. What concerned her mind, were the events after. The prisoners she wanted to keep and the series of battles she expected a need to thwart that she alone would be unable to defend against, were more threat than anything.

She asked them,

"Have I made the job clear?"