FAR BEYOND THE MOONLIGHT

She snuck out like a criminal in the early hours of the morning under the disguise of a hunting trip. The Duchess intended to hunt, of course, as she had felt most useless with her being bond to her children lately. But she had a detour to make, a detour to somebody who, if he was keeping with the old habit they seemed to share, would certainly be within the grasp of the waking world at this most unforgiving hour. Long strides carried her to Tortuga, pausing hesitantly outside its borders, making certain not to touch anything. She would bathe shortly after, and then she would hunt. Above her, storm clouds roared, promising to erase her scent once the rains broke through.
She did not bark for Taurig, as she was not seeking him. Rather, she was observing Tortuga for spy purposes, and if he so happened to stumble across her presence then that was that. She wouldn?t have sought him, and would have a very weak excuse to provide the curious member of Glaciem with. She settled down a few feet from the border, waiting for the new leader to come, waiting to betray orders for the first time in her existence.