Adrian had at least gotten permission to stay in Iromar. It was a start. It meant she could keep a watchful eye on the pups. She might have only been a year their senior, but she didn't trust Blackthorne and his miscreants. The Darkbringer had finally come to call. The dark coated girl needed to prove her loyalty to him. It was a lie to say she would ever be loyal to Thorne, but she knew she needed to play the part, and knew, at least within the confines of the moors, she was being watched. And yet, she was being sent to the plains to gain information.
It made the girl only slightly uncomfortable. No doubt running across her newly found Imprint out here would cause trouble, and going to the place that had outright spoken against the new King of Iromar. The odds she would be welcome here were low. Then again, the King of Asteraia had opened his borders to refugees. Perhaps that would be her role. A potential refugee having been cast out of the moors trying to figure out where she might go. That seemed good enough. She smelled strongly of the swamp, but as thick as her fur was, it wouldn't go away that easily.
Adrian did make sure Blackthorne's smell wasn't lingering on her. A quick dip in the muck of the swamp had handled that after she had passed the borders. If Andriel had seen her do it, he probably would have fainted. A small smile creased her maw. Annoying as he was, his heart was in the right place. It was a fairly long journey across Moladin. The plains were slightly northward to the moors, making it not quite a straight line across the terrain. Adrian paused, taking a deep breath as she drew closer to Asteraia's borders. She let out a soft howl, alerting those nearby to her presence. Someone just trying to figure out if they ought to come here seeking refuge or try somewhere else.