I had my talk with Arturio. I feel progress was made, but I had things to do, places to go. There are thoughts heavy on my mind after we spoke, but Spirane was currently at the forefront. I would go to them, extend a paw of friendship and invite Kalseru to speak with Arturio at her leisure, or at least send an emissary to speak with him on her behalf. Something to get started. I can’t say I am not concerned with our position, currently Arturio has opened his borders up to any and all refugees from Iromar which was kind of him. I know many families will be displaced, all wolves under Aithne’s old rule that might have been there under Pine surely fled this new wolf’s rule. Already I heard a few wolves had taken up his offer to check Asteraia out as their new home. I hadn’t really been anticipating meeting with anyone today, let alone one of these refugees at our borders, but I couldn’t ignore the call coming from close by.

My red rimmed ears twitched slightly, determining which direction I had to travel before setting off. My paws carried me quickly and easily over the lands towards the call. I was careful, my eyes watchful of the ground before me as I move lest I trip over a rock or something else along the way in my moment of carelessness. I could never forget the smell of the moors after living there at the start of my life, it was almost nostalgic to come upon the strong scent. Most would call it musty, but to me… it was bittersweet, much the same as I felt towards Taviora when I came across its scent of tall trees and shaded lands. It was different though, different enough it made a pit in my stomach, for this was not exactly the scent of the land I remembered, different enough it made me miss it for a moment before letting my blue and red-rimmed eyes set upon the black and light highlighted girl.

Thus far I haven’t had incident, but I wait for it at any moment I am bound to do something, and as I come over the last little hill I place my paw into a prairie dog hole twist it and promptly fall into the growing grasses. I do not yelp or hardly make any noise. This is normal. I feel a slight throb in my paw, but I don’t think it is anything serious, a little tender, and it might have been noticeable had it not been for how comically I flew forward into the grass at first. Always I’m quick to recover though standing up and moving on my slightly tender paw and clearing my throat as if nothing happened at all.

”Welcome to Asteraia, I’m Jinx, is there something I could help you with?” My voice is light and it was clear I was not going to acknowledge one little bit that I had fallen over in front of the child. Least it was just a child and not some diplomat or some form of Royalty. Oh and it wasn’t bird excrements again. Yes, I will take falling on my face anyday to that. I don’t suspect anything odd, after all the invitation had been sent out and it hadn’t been long since the other wolf’s rule began. Surely many wolves were still in disarray… but there were things even I was cautious of at time, but right now there were no signals to be, not yet at least, I would see what she said, what she wanted and go from there.