Arturio would not deny he had taken his time coming to Glorall. Not out of a desire to be slow upon his arrival, but to give just a little bit of time. After all, if this had been the first place he came, that would have seemed rather predictable. If nothing else, it was for the safety of others rather than himself. The white male might have been steadfast in his direction, but one of those seeking him, and that he was seeking out as well, found them before he got that far.

He cast a glance backwards to his shadow. Dirk was a good man, and his heart was in the right place. Arturio never asked him to continue to follow, nor any of the others either. Let them go where they felt safe. To some, Asteraia wasn't that place anymore. He would find them again, especially those who took issue with Blackthorne and Iromar. It would take time, especially without the security of a pack.

He paused. His single ear flicked at the familiar voice. Ah, indeed there he was. Arturio inclined his head respectfully, a small twitch at his lip the only indicator that the motion was slightly bothersome where the stump of an ear was healing. The swelling might have gone down, but the pain wasn't all gone when he moved his head certain ways. "A friend who will follow me to the end, even though I never asked it of him," the alabaster man said, indicating Dirk, "I believe he has a..." Arturio paused briefly not quite sure the word he needed, "friend about Glorall somewhere. Probably hoping to see her since he knew I was headed this way."

His emerald gaze went back to Eden. As much mystery might linger about Glorall's Fortitude, there was no innate distrust. He doubted the man before him would do anything if only for Nari's sake. All the same, Arturio knew he wouldn't be staying long, regardless of what anyone might ask or even demand of him. He fully intended to head to Taviora and Spirane to get a feel for things regarding Iromar and Blackthorne. And maybe stop in Diveen again considering Azariah was there. Of all the wolves in Moladion, she was connected to the boy king in a way no one else was.

"They will come looking again eventually. What do you intend to tell the boy when that day comes?" he asked. Arturio knew it was only a matter of time. Glorall and Iromar would always be neighbors, regardless of who ruled, and several currently in the moors came from here. Even so, Eden had wanted this meeting, and while he didn't want to rush it, there was so much to do and not enough hours in the day.