The Book of Eli

It wasn't too hard for her to adjust to new surroundings, though she was very unfamiliar with the new territories, she was getting used to it pretty fast. Change, after all, was inevitable. And with the passing of Malleus and Pyrrhic stepping down to give the throne to Eligos, things would definitely change. Eli, of course, had wasted no time in leading them elsewhere. She couldn't say she missed the lands she was born and raised in, all they held for her were unwanted memories. Now, however, they were occupying lands closer to the mortal wolves of Boreas, and she was curious and also hesitant to know what kinds of beings she'd be running into now that they were less isolated. The teachings she had grown up with thanks to Malleus and living among her cousins/adoptive siblings (or what have you) had shaped her into what she was now. Granted, she was pretty reserved and quiet compared to most of the others, she was also very observant. One of the western packs closest to her had very few members behind their stone wall, possibly even matching Aerie in numbers. She didn't know anything about them, but she aimed to learn what she could about the packs they now resided among.

The evening was cool and the sky was clear, stars began to peek through the veil of purples and blues and blacks as she patrolled the perimeter of the border closest to the neighboring pack (Valhalla). She was skeptical about living so close to the unknown, and wondered what had caused Eli to decide on settling here. Perhaps she was too used to being secluded from the lesser beings of the world that she was being slightly paranoid. At first, she thought she was afraid of the unknown. But she was far from that. She didn't see the mortals as a threat, but she also didn't know what to think of them. She had seen their vulgar displays of attempted dominance among one another, spewing venom and banter about this and that and the other thing the last time she had been here. In her mind, she got the notion that the mortal wolves seemed to breed between their own kin. Inbred. Perhaps that's why they'd always be lesser beings compared to the Abraxas wolves...