Of all the different freelands in Moladian, Dirk continued to gravitate back to the fields. Not only did it remind him of the rolling hills of his homeland, but because a particularly mad little shadow had been niggling at his mind. He knew next to nothing about the lass but he still felt compelled to see after her. It was probably some lingering guilt from not being able to properly see to his own mate that motivated the thoughts, but they were there all the same.

However, today was not just a day for him to check on crazed gels, he was also curious. Rumor had it that a pack near the fields had just changed paws. It had only happened once before, when he was a very young pup. He didn't remember much of it but he did remember the stories his Da had told him about the old laird and how the new laird had pulled their pack from near ruin.

That very same laird had given him a look of fathomless sorrow and disappointment when Muirean's broken body had been found in the ravine. Shaking the memory from his mind with a grunt, Dirk picked his way through the crisp grass, intent on learning at least something about this new leader. It was always wise to ken the mettle of the lairds in the area one chose to call home. More and more it would seem that this area would suit him just fine.

Perhaps he'd run across a member of the pack and could be informed of the change. Or perhaps he'd have to do a bit more snooping than that. Either way, he needed to know more. He needed to know what sort of wolves roamed this area that the wee shadow called home.