He had stepped down from his position of Hand for Eden, partly because he felt he didn’t do a good enough job, partly because he felt he wasn’t given the work he thought he would be given. It wasn’t a hard choice for him to back off though. He spent more of his time teaching his sister to speak since she had once again settled back into Glorall, but it left him feeling… bored. Bored was a feeling he didn’t like, it left him pacing about around his den area, his mind unable to rest, his ears constantly listening for every little bit of noise around him. It had been a while since he last talked to Alcmene. She was much busier than he was nowadays. She had an important job, one that he appreciated given his condition sometimes and the short spells where prey was lacking in Glorall he depended on her even if she didn’t know it directly. Sure, he could manage sometimes, but he was perhaps still a bit more lean than he should be for his size and bulk. Nahal surely could help too yet it felt strange to take meals provided from her for some reason.

Unable to take the pacing anymore, Haziel’s paws just started going. His ears and nose guided him across the land, his paws kept to paths well known and traveled. With all his free time he was more than familiar with how and where to go though mentally he wasn’t paying attention to where his paws led him, he just… went. Perhaps he should go back to gathering herbs and become a secondary healer once more. Or simply become a normal diplomat for Eden, though he felt he might run into a similar issue. Eden was… particular about those he kept close, even in terms of pack allies. No, maybe it was time for him to find something else to occupy his time, and interests, maybe wander out of the pack more and see what was out there. Perhaps it was this lost feeling that led him to the thing that was most familiar. His soul. While they were sometimes distant Haziel knew it was this bond that was familiar and kept him grounded during these times.

The barks of the capybaras were loud in his ears even though he had been fairly far off from the sight where Alcmene was currently hunting. His path was not a direct one, but one that winded through the lands until he got to the beach. He knew he was there for several reasons, the sand under his paws, the crash of waves filling his ears, the taste and smell of the salt spray as the waves hit the rocks nearby. That wasn’t all that was here though. Blood. He could smell it thick in the air along with something else, the thing his body had pulled him towards naturally without any hesitation at all. He paused his form facing the ocean for a moment before it seemingly snapped sideways and made its way down the beach following the scent of blood and the feeling that still lead him around like a lifeline.

He had come from behind the female with her kill, though he didn’t exactly know that was where he was positioned. ”Ah, Alcmene, it is nice to run into you. Seems you are still excelling at your work.” He complimented his smooth deep voice rumbling out slightly his eyes set somewhere in her general direction while his black banner gave a few flicks at his heels. ”You are uninjured, yes?” It was hard to tell with his nose alone, but there was a good amount of blood and it was fairly difficult to discern one type from the other like this. His head tilted slightly he wasn’t really sure what he should do with himself, but perhaps some clarity would come to him while he spoke with her.