Months had passed. Season after season had gone by and Mai had spent most of her time among the pack territory. She was now venturing out, venturing out into the seemingly unknown world. She had spent most of her time in Blossom in Dierne Hrof after all. She had met Aindreas her first few days in Blossom. Her and Kane had escaped to Blossom after their parents went over the top. A few weeks later, she'd had nightmares and went running to Dierne Hrof after picking up a very stale scent of Aindreas and remembering that he had mentioned he was the king of Dierne Hrof. She awaited there til he go to her, confided in him. After that, she was accepted in; went her own way and after seasons upon seasons of passing and not talking to Aindreas, in fact she was pretty sure he had been in a war. Their last encounter was after his daughter; Pandora, was ultimately killed by vampires. Sending Aindreas into a rage that Mai had never seen of any wolf. Ultimately it had scared her, terrified her even. His eyes had shone and glowed with such fire that day and even after that.

The multicolored lass made her way slowly into Claun Flur, it had been a few months since Aindreas had given her her new role as Jarl. Aindreas had never really come to her as of yet for anything. He had hardly been within the pack borders; his scent made that clear. It was very clear that he had not been there as often as he had used to. While he was gone, she had chosen a den closer to his. Wanting to be close the white king, but not wanting to impede on boundaries, she kept her distance as a friend and kept it that way. Aindreas was someone she was on the road to knowing but didn't really know, but she wanted to know; eventually. Mai stopped in her tracks, opening her maw just slightly to taste the air and use her nostrils to smell the air. Audits swiveled in the direction of movement. It smelled of a hare, but could it be? It sounded much bigger than that. Regardless her instincts kicked in and she jumped into a stalking stance, starting to move closer to whatever was in the brush ahead of her.

Deceiving colored eyes locked onto the brush as she approached it, silently, what could it be? Could it be something to hunt? As the smell of whatever it was got stronger, she braced her small frame to launch herself as the thing through the brush. As she approached even closer, she got lower, tensing her muscles. Finally, she launched herself up through the brush, paws extended to hopefully trap or push over whatever it was over, for her to pin it down.