With a huff, he made his way over the borders of Taviora, heading into the free lands for more practice. He was tired of the confines of Taviora. Sure, he could go any time he wanted but he stayed close in case Arace called for him or something. There were no more gatherings going on right now and he was craving something to do so he trotted down the paths that other Taviora wolves took when visiting the free lands or other packs. He didn't have a destination in mind. He just needed to get out and find something to do. It wasn't long before he found himself in the fields between Diveen and Asteraia. He sniffed the air. There was so much new about the air. He'd never been to either pack but he was a little curious. Was it any different in the other packs or did things work just as they did in Taviora?

He saw a figure wandering through the fields. The wolf seemed to have the look of age on him but he was small. In fact, he was the smallest adult wolf Eztli was sure he'd ever seen. Instantly curious, he crouched low in the tall grass and stalked the wolf. What better training for assassination than trailing another wolf? He kept his tail down, ears forward as he crept forward. The wolf continued until the fields narrowed then he stopped, looking around. Scared for a minute that he was looking for him, Eztli crouched down lower in the grass, trying not to make a noise. It was a little easier since even a gasp wouldn't make a sound with him. He watched the wolf through the grass, spying on him. So now what?