What is it you truly want?

Eudora could admit, personally and inwardly, that Erebos appeared to be an intellectual challenge compared to other men she’s met. She can admire that. If it were too easy, it wouldn’t be fun, not nearly as much at least. As he speaks, she doesn’t look at him right away. One ear flicks toward him, informing him that she was listening.

Wasn’t it amazing how the weather seemed so different here? Truthfully, learning the patterns of weather here would take time, but she was beginning to learn why wolves enjoyed it here. As the wind shifted once more, bringing a myriad of scents and notes with it, she noticed the dryness continuing to alleviate her stuffy nostrils and allow her to nap a pattern. Yep, she could stay here.

Settling upon her decision, Eudora turns to look at Erebos, giving him one more assessment. Would wolves be similar to Erebos? The Dunamis? Or vastly different? Her curiosity is intrigued as she gums, finalizing her answer to the Patriarch. “Plan? Are you not my Patriarch?” Her head tilts, looking at him quizzically, a smirk lingered on her pale lips.

“Truthfully, the Elders wished me here to help advise, as I’m sure you’ve been informed. Until I know more about your situation and future plans, I cannot devise a more solid plan,” she pauses, letting him sift through that before she continues. Shifting so that she faces him better, allowing her full face to turn toward him. “I would like to know what you plan, what your current state is, all of it. Please,” Eudora turns sincere with these words, formal and professional so that he knows she’s being serious. It was apparently time to get down to business.

Eudora Dunamis
Italics denotes Greek