Iromar and Glorall are neighbors with shared borders. I do find myself going towards those borders every now and then just to ensure nothing fishy is going on...and maybe to meet a Glorall friend. I had headed that way on this early morning, and felt the chill of cold as I got closer. Interesting. So different compared to how warm it was in Iromar. Maybe it is all those crocs keeping things warm in these parts.

As I get close to Glorall though, I catch something interesting as the wind shifts. It is very, very faint, but it is a scent I remember. My tail lifts in excitement and wags. Arturio! My friend! My tongue dangles out of my mouth as I yip naturally, my eyes lifting to look into Glorall. So he visited Glorall, eh? But...how was I supposed to get to him since I am not a Glorall wolf? My nose twitches and wrinkles. Darn!

I sit on my haunches for a moment and roll my head lazily with a whine. How annoying. I wiggle in place for a moment before getting right on the edge of the border where the scent of Eden is strong and potent- a warning not to pass and further. I stand on my toes, trying to see as far as I can to see if I see him. Nothing. I huff. Fine. I prefer not to call out...something I dislike lingers in Glorall and I don’t want him knowing I am here...but Arturio! My friend! I want to see HIM!

I huff again and circle for a moment. Maybe if I just call for Arturio...alter my voice a bit. Yeah that is it. I smirk, lifting my head to howl out to Arturio with a bit of twang added in, letting him know a friend is waiting for him at the border near Iromar...and then I wait, a grin on my face as I sit among the grass, letting the cool winds of Glorall brush against my fur...which is a nice change from the extended heat in Iromar.