How long had he actually been in Diveen? It had certainly been a limited amount of time in which he ventured out. His visit to Taviora had been unexpectedly uneventful. He never expected to walk away empty handed. It worried him even more about the state of the forest pack. He tucked away that information to perhaps try again another day. It may well have been there were some internal things that needed to be settled before they were more open to visitors again.

It was his return from Taviora back to Diveen that had drawn different parts of his attention. It was a scent that had caused the fur along his spine to stand on end. That smell had been absent for quite some time, and Arturio had been more than willing to leave things be provided that particular wolf stayed away. For now, the world continued to remain quiet. The alabaster male could only hope it stayed that way. Still, now that he had noticed he was back, he knew he would need to be on his toes, especially with the intermixed scent of the woman he had crossed paths with briefly in Glorall a couple years ago. That woman made him uncomfortable.

Arturio needed a break from the pack to mull through his thoughts. He didn't need someone he was any amount of close to coming up to him when he was this lost in his thoughts. He needed time to contemplate the implications of these probable changes. He found his large paws had taken him towards the Grotto. His steps weren't aimless, but he had no particular direction in mind. All the better, less likely that someone might think he was doing something specific. The air was rather damp in the odd cave system, but he didn't mind. If anything, the cool dampness was a relief for his naturally thick coat. Winter was by far more his element.

Arturio chuckled softly to himself as he padded through the turns. He was uncertain of what he might find, but as he walked along, one thing he was sure of, the Thunder King of Diveen was not alone.