It had proven difficult to not grow into resenting Eden for having forced responsibility onto him. He had never desired it, yet now he found himself weighed down by it. It was baffling to think that others were born and then spent their lives coveting and seeking out that kind of responsibility, to be in the position of leading others towards some unknown destination. It was not for Elohim, and he had at least done what he could to inform the pack without turning suspicious eyes towards Glorall. His message to Glorall had been vague, but he imagined anybody who had met him at least in passing would understand the tone: he would ensure Glorall had a strong leader, but he'd never directly claimed to be it.

Of course, he had other things to worry about. Namely, he had immediately prepared himself for the possibility that Aster may crawl out of whatever hole she'd found herself dug into. He hadn't decided what to expect from her, though. Then, he wondered if Ehiyeh might return, then he feared that Eros might too, a little Eros than even the last time they'd seen one another. There were several others he thought of, but ultimately, he settled on thinking of Natiya the most. He had no doubt in his mind that Blackthorne, if he were anywhere near Moladion, would be lured back in, as would Underidge. Glorall housed Matianak, too. All of those wolves put Natiya into some degree of danger, and he'd decided that he didn't like the idea of it. Natiya deserved a chance at some kind of normalcy, or at least some chance at working herself out, and all of that potential attention towards him put all of her at risk too. It only made him more resolved to figure out his predicament faster.

What to do, and where to start? It felt counterproductive to start by simply roaming and yet, that is where he'd found himself. Fall had already started to creep into Moladion and there was a crispness to the early morning air. The sun had barely started to finds it foothold on the horizon and yet, Elohim had already found himself near the grotto's gaping maw. It yawned at him, a pit of blackness that neither he or the sun had any hope of chasing away. He was mesmorized by it; was Eros down there? Is that where he had run of to? If Elohim found him and dragged him back to Eden, would Eden do him the duty of taking Glorall back into his paws?

It made Elohim bite down on his own teeth, but then a sound made him flinch. From somewhere within the darkness, something moved. Elohim felt suddenly self-concious about the potential of looking both suspicious and perhaps a little angry while staring into a nothingness that proved to be somebody else - just because he could not see them, after all, did not mean they could not see him. So, he'd stepped aside and clambered up a small path of rocks. He kept himself low to the ground, hopeful that he'd be able to keep himself hidden in the shadows and stones, yet he had his own suspicions of having already been caught out.