Time had passed in the infinite way that it did. Inexorable and undeniable. It had left him with many memories of the day that he had traipsed across the gray spun lady and the way she had toyed with him - her marks had healed and vanished from his form by now but it did nothing to erase the marks on his mind. She had been fiery and dominant and while other males typically did not like such in females, he had rather enjoyed the games they had played and the sparks that had burst between them. It is why he has taken to trailing across Molodian with determined purpose. Unhurried as he was, time has slipped through his paws, and only now has he found the faintest trace of her scent and it leads into the open plains of Asteraia.
Just what she was doing there did not concern him. Likely she had found a pack to slip into and while it was a surprise to think that she desired pack life (she had certainly seemed confident on her own), he did not fault her. He had been without a pack for so long that he no longer ached for one. Loner life was decent enough, not quite pleasing, but he had not found much purpose and the packs here seemed thus far to have little need of a death speaker. Peace seemed to reign supreme; at least, it seemed save for the challenging call he had heard.
He knew little about the packs here nor who had one or even where the call originated from. It didn't matter because he had a task at hand and that was locating the female. The need to barge into the plains is strong but he resists, pausing at the border with yellow eyes searching the distance before he lets loose a long, poignant call for her. It wouldn't do to enter without permission and get attacked. He is large and stout and could certainly hold his own, if not commit plenty of damage, but a whole pack against one wolf was unfair odds.