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"There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..."

Time was running out and her body was changing with the onset of winter. She'd have to tell Arkane soon enough that he was going to be a father again but until then, she had alpha duties to take care of. With no diplomats in the swamp, that left alliances to her so pregnant or not, she needed to make contact with the other alphas and find out where they stood. Glorall was probably one of the least changed packs since her last time in Moladian. It seemed like the same alpha had been there all this time, though she didn't remember much about the seaside pack from her time before anyway. They were always so quiet and mysterious. That could be a good or a bad thing. Drama free or plotting? It was a toss up, but she needed to draw the alpha out one way or another. She didn't know if they had history with Iromar or not, if any pups had been kidnapped from here, but thankfully they should have all escaped in the downtime when Blackthorne was nowhere to be found or in the break when she was taking over Iromar herself. It wasn't like she'd try to re-trap them.

She didn't have any connections here but then then she didn't really have connections anywhere but Diveen now that she was back and that was only because of her daughters. She'd at least met the alpha of Taviora briefly at the Fall Festival but didn't recall seeing anyone from Glorall at the Feast. She thought about bringing something with her on her treks to the packs but didn't want to come across as a pushover or suck up, make them feel like she was bribing them for friendship or something. She wanted to earn their alliance the old fashioned way, through growing mutual trust and respect. The ground grew softer beneath her paws and grass gave way to sand soon enough. She scrunched up her nose at the foreign texture but pushed forward, only pausing when the scent of a dominant male got strong in the air.

Tilting her head up, she called out, knowing he'd probably have a border patrol running which was fine but she wanted to make sure she got the head honcho himself as well. Business needed to be talked about before she was waddling everywhere she walked.