I had been biding my time, biding from the news of Moteuh and her ultimate fate. It had confused me, frustrated me, but ultimately it was something I needed to place aside. I am no fool, after all, and I see the winter coming, knowing well it brings with it another year for me. I cannot waste my time trying to brood and repair things that have already happened. Soon, decisions will need to be made. In the meantime, I must ensure there is some kind of unity, or at least enough of a network to keep Glorall afloat. What miserable thoughts - so morose, perhaps Moteuh still lingers heavily on my mind after all.
With a shake of my head, I try to dislodge her from my thoughts. Instead, I think of Thor, a wolf whom I have neglected for long enough I think. He deserves more than obscurity here and with the recent realization that Inanna has truly departed, I know it is my time to seek him out. And so, with a stretch, I begin to move through the light snow that rests across Glorall, following his scent and trail until I find him in the midst of the territory. It is a pleasant enough day for it, I suppose; the weather is mild, the skies ever-grey but at least the bite of the cold is little more than a nip. For now, at least.
I call out to him with a short bark as I approach; I give him a small bow of greeting before I settle near him. It still feels so...strange to talk of such trivial things. But Thor has been here in Glorall for so many years, his familiarity a comfort in itself.