Orion was fast, it seems, to inform the world of his victory and so, I have been curious - of course - as to the fate of his would-be usurper. After all, she is a curious creature, impulsive perhaps yet curious nonetheless. I must admit that it would be a shame to see her snuffed out so quickly and so, I have taken to the borders of Diveen from time to time, sniffing along the river in search of her yet she has not come. I wonder, albeit briefly, if she has another plac to go and if so, where that might be - perhaps she is hiding other curiosities alongside herself.

I am not certain which comes first - her stench of her call. It is the smell of old blood, soured flesh and dirt. It is a scent I know well though it is a memory that takes a moment to reemerge, inciting a fleeting moment of anger as I think of those that have come to Glorall with the same intentions she had left. In any case, I push them aside, using the adrenaline to take the borders instead as I move to cover her scent and bring her into depths of the sea side. I have little doubt Diveen may grow suspicious as to her connection here but who am I to care? Would they willingly admit that they hold a grudge so deeply that they might expect others to prolong the suffering of an individual? The thought makes me smirk but it is quickly replaced with sternness as I find her by the borders, eyes closed and fur matted.

I pause but for a moment as I allow myself to take in her form; she is a sorry sight, no? Yet she retains her dignity despite the blood and scabs that mat her fur and permeate the air around her; my nose instinctively wrinkles as I move towards her with a low grumble of greeting, my eyes searching the horizon behind her. Nobody has come for her, at least not yet, and so I make my move to her side quickly.

"Non est verecundiam, - there is no shame - I tell her bluntly as I offer my shoulder towards her in an effort to quickly bring her into the territory's interior. She is safer there or at least, concealed behind my scent and the others. Once she is accomodated, I will scrub the borders and badlands of her scent. But for now, I make only the move to bring her inwards so that I might call Samia or Haziel for her. Until then, she will have to find her own strength. "Rest, you will. I will find you a meal while the healers gather their tools." I am unwavering with each step, only slow to give her time to follow suit. She has been strong during her battle and her loss and now, I expect her to continue to do so.