Any wolf had to admit that Asteraia looked beautiful come the early fall. The plains seemed to glow even in the dimmest light, shades of amber and wheaten as far as the eye could see beneath a sky wider than any other in Moladion. It was quite a contrast to the things those very wolves might say of the inhabitants of those very plains though, and Elohim found himself wondering about just how much truth there really was in those whispers. They had been conceived, after all, come the fall of several alphas who had been adored by pacifists alike. He imagined any wolf who might utter a crass word or hold their tail a little too high might have been seen as whisper-worthy after leaders like Halcyon and Arturio. So, he didn't approach the plains with fear or disdain but rather, an open sort of curiosity, the kind that wanted to be proven both right and wrong. He could feel that little part of him that craved danger get giddy with excitement, but he held it deep beneath the calmer waters of duty. He had been sent after all and when a wolf was sent, it meant they had to behave.

But what did any wolf really know of Asteraia besides the whispers? Their ambition, their structure, the families that resided there - many knew nothing, even Elohim himself. He knew only that they addressed their leader as the Pharaoh, that Matianak had some reason to keep sticking her nose into their affairs and that Arturio had taken his defeat in strive, meaning the wolf who had defeated him must have had some merit. Elohim knew the lands themselves well but otherwise, he was but as clueless as any other wolf. It was a shame, wasn't it? It was and so he lamented upon it as he found his way to the very cusp of the territory markers. Of all the packs in Moladion, Elohim knew he shouldn't tempt fate by even putting a toe out of line.

So he stood back and let out a call for an alpha or any other. His voice rang with informality - it wasn't real, tangible official business after all, so he felt no need to stress urgency or formality. If even a child wanted to come and investigate, he didn't mind. He'd come to learn, not create alliance or dabble in politics. So he'd learn. For now though, he'd wait in the morning sun and enjoy whatever time he got to just breathe and take in the expanse of the plains beyond.