It had been difficult to take his mind off that female as of late. Imprinting, Dirge had determined, was an annoying affliction that he wished he could have been without. Still he didn’t hate the one to whom he was bonded. While she was a bit overbearing in her own right her personality was not completely disagreeable and he guessed that was all he could ask for. He had desired change, more happening in his life and he was certainly getting it quickly which was both good and strangely frustrating. After Grimoire’s failure to take Diveen, Dirge had been getting incredibly bored of his bucolic life at his little grotto cove in Diveen. He had taken to skulking about Diveen more since meeting with the Iromar wolfess debating more and more how he could be put to work in the land. He didn’t wish to be close to new Alphess, he still didn't know anything about her other than that she’d taken charge after the old Male that took down Grimoire had been beaten up badly by a wolf from Asteraia on the shared borders.

After that happened there had been fire. Smoke filled Diveen and Dirge was frustrated with the scent constantly floating about his home. While he was on the northern border as well the fires were not far away, but he didn’t think his childhood home was under threat. Not yet at least. Still it was frustrating how he would have to leave and ark around the lands to get somewhere else in Diveen. He had been leaving the bushland pack a lot more lately, always straying close to Iromar before walking away. He wasn’t really looking for the other half of his soul, but if she came around he wouldn’t complain. Dirge avoided others all the time while he was out here. He hunted usually then returned home. He was no cannibal, but he didn’t care when wolves did cannibalize or do anything else that was morally dark. After all he would terrorize a pup if it meant the pup screwing off and leaving him alone, or hurting it to teach it a good lesson, but he wouldn’t kill it unless REALLY pressed. He was overall pretty apathetic too many things. It was what made him a good mercenary, he didn’t take sides, didn’t care which he was on as long as it had a bit of benefit to him.

However, he spotted something that did peak his interest. The black and golden helmed male stopped when he heard a wolfess near him speak, his golden orbs wandering over to a wolfess of Gold, grey and black. Dirge knew he had older siblings, Bellatrix was the one he knew the most about, but she was gone, mother was gone they all were gone leaving him alone. Even all his older siblings that shared a sire were gone too. He was the last one left. Bellatrix was the only one of his siblings from his mother’s previous mateship that he did know. He knew the names of them but never had crossed their paths. After all, like most others in his family they were just gone. So seeing this female, caused him to pause even to stare for a moment.

It was rare for him to initiate conversation, even rarer for him to approach someone, but this time he did. His large form moved towards her, his tail flicking lightly as his eyes looked her over again. So many similar features, it was impossible for him not to recognize some of the form of his family. His mom had lots of children after all, he supposed it wouldn’t be unheard of for them to come back someday. ”Are you Stella’s?” He asked, it wasn’t one of his full siblings, he knew all of them by face and name, but one of her older children, it very well could have been. She would know what he meant though by those words if she was, and if she wasn’t he would leave. He would have no more interest and he would continue on his way. There would be no point in prolonging conversation beyond that.