Somebody had come for him and he had done little to refuse or rebuff them; after all, the Stranger was quiet, absent perhaps, and so Noroi had grown hungry for something new, something to give him direction. The newcomer, he who looked like blood, had been enough to pique his curiosity. Still, he had not been entirely welcoming and he had kept his distance as he was lead away and towards the north; he watched for weakness, searched for some new thing to take advantage of but ah, the newcomer was not so foolish to show him anything. And so, he had been quiet besides from his chittering and humming to himself as they prowled towards Asteraia.
When Noroi had finally, and truly, approached Asteraia, dusk had long since passed and the half-moon illuminated wisps of grass and spring flowers in cool light. It illuminated him too as he moved along the borders calling out into the darkness of the territory - though he had been taken, he was wholly not bothered and actively sought his kidnapper and his kin. It was simply difficult to say just why he might have sought them. Investigate? Challenge? Submit? He himself did not know and so, it would be a mystery for them all to solve with him. How fun, no?
Slowly but surely, he pressed against and finally broke through the borders at a slow lope; his head was low as he clacked his teeth together, a metallic melody in the quiet of the night. Somebody would come for him eventually - or he might just find them first.