After their encounter in Glorall, Elohim had put much thought into the riddle that Menkhet had become. Rather, the riddle she had made herself become. For whatever reason, Elohim figured she had taken an interest in him, or at least in something orbiting him, and though he doubted he'd be made privy to the why or what of that interest...Well, he didn't have much choice other than to at least try to better understand something about Asteraia's Princess. (Although Elohim had to admit that it felt almost incorrect to refer to her as a Princess, or any kind of term as such. Menkhet certainly was certainly not the wolf any imagination would conjure up when faced with the idea of a princess.)

And the first step to understand? Simple, Elohim thought: level the playing field, equalize the stakes. It had been a long time since he'd been to Asteraia, but he remembered it well enough. He'd met the Pharaoh of Asteraia last time, and a younger girl who had definitely made her boldness known. Before that, when Arturio had ruled the planes all that time ago, Elohim had become more familiar with the lay of the land. He tried not to think on that time too much - much less think of Archana - for it threatened him with thoughts of Aster, of Halcyon, of his time spent in Asteraia when they had been the ones wearing the crowns. There was something about Asteraia...Something about the plains, and whatever it was, it hunted him like a curse. It made him smirk, but he couldn't deny the shiver that ran down the length of his spine as he made for the territory's borders. Cursed, was he? And yet, foolish enough to walk straight into that curse's very maw.

The morning sun illuminated the fields, golden light flooding from the east as he approached from the south. He'd kept close to Diveen's borders, ever accustomed to keeping a low profile, but he shook it off as he came to stand in the no-man's land of Asterai. Instead, he chose to relax, to wear a more casual, unassuming posture despite the intensity of his eyes. For a short while, he waited but then he quickly decided to change his approach...

So, he took off at a swift jog along the border. Nose down, ears forward and eyes searching with fervent interest. He wondered if she'd be the one to find him first, and if she was, just how she'd take his decision to come to her place. In the meantime, Elohim figured it'd be smart to keep moving -- besides, he could learn something else if not anything about Menkhet herself. How had Asteraia been faring? Had Blackthorne or any of his kin been near the borders?