I should be pleased about Asteraia and yet, I can hardly find the sense within myself to care too deeply. After all, it is a result I had long suspected if only because I was unashamedly...spiteful, one might say. Expected or had hoped for,
such a fine line between the two. In any case, I had sent Adonai to Asteraia to investigate the changes; the male, I know, had been an...unofficial guest of Glorall for some time. Perhaps I should congratulate him on such a change of scenery and for such success but... ah, but there is something much more important than borders and politics.

See, I am no fool. I know who he had been following through the thickets and across the sand. I know it well for it is the very same wolf that I, too, often find myself pacing in the footsteps of. My curiosity had permitted leniency but now, his success presents itself as a threat. I cannot permit him to take from me.

And so, I am fast to find her, skirting by the borders as if expecting her to have been sneaking out herself; yet, I follow her inland. Escha and Enoch are still present, a fact I am pleased with lest I be required to hunt the man down for such treachery; for now, I push thoughts of them aside, focusing on her scent as I lope through the snowscape. There is a hunt in my stride, a certain hunger as I move along the paths, nose close to the snow and eyes fixated ahead. There is a certain possessiveness that I make known when I finally do find her, barely issueing a greeting before I move alongside her, making the effort to brush my fur alongside her own as I move to circle. This is her language, silent and clear, and I have little doubt she will misunderstand: I know she had been followed and now, I hope she does not intend to follow back.