From Asteraia, he'd traveled south west, cutting across the valley and river before meandering through the crags towards where stone became marsh. It had been the longest journey for he'd become...distracted mid-way upon it. It had been hard to not think of his siblings as he traveled through the night; he thought of the valley and Eros, the fields and Ehiyeh. Passing by the northern forests had reminded him of Pagan and Adonai, but they were easier ghosts to outrun at least. Maybe it had been all those thoughts of ghosts that had sent him to Iromar. Iromar was a pack of the living, but many claimed there was a pack of ghosts that lived there too. He'd never seen one the entire time he'd lived just east of its borders but then again, maybe he'd just not been looking hard enough. In any case, he was tired by the time he did find his way to the no-mans lands of Iromar but he pushed on regardless. At least Iromar wasn't the kind of pack he had to really worry about visiting - he'd heard his father had decided to take kindly on their leader, Avery. Elohim couldn't say if that was a good omen but it did at least make things less likely to end badly, right?

Even with the weariness that a long journey inflicted, he still couldn't help but laugh to himself when the first thing he encountered was not wolf-scent but rather blood-scent. How fitting, right? But there was wolf-scent beneath it - in fact, there was wolf-scent everywhere once he could shake away the hunger that a fresh kill inspired. So with little more than a moment's rest, he took off along the border's path.

By the time he reached the swamp, the deed had well and truly been done - the doe was limp and bogged in mud, and her killer sat beside her. Elohim paused, unsure at first if he had accidentally passed any borders, and lowered his stance as the pieces came together - ah, there she was! The Monarch of Iromar. It was obvious enough one he'd cleared his mind: her scent was everywhere, not just mixed with the doe's blood but really, everywhere.

He grinned sheepishly. "If I'm intruding at all, I do apologize. It's only because my journey here has seemingly clouded my judgement with hunger, or something like that." Distracted, hungry, whatever it was, it had distracted him enough to not really pay attention to the precise nature of borders. Then again, maybe he'd gotten fortunate enough to find her on a border patrol. Elohim hadn't really been blessed with luck often, though. So, better to be safe. "Elohim, of Glorall and beyond. You must be the Monarch of Iromar." Best not to mention the doe yet, right?