The travel to Windgrace was calm, which was surprising to Whizzle after hearing what happened. She guessed it was either something bad happened that didn't allow the Guardia troops to give chase at all or they were preparing for war and didn't see the need to. The Midarian didn't bother to think it further after hearing Meira's intention of building a nation and her reasoning, after which Whizzle fell into laughter. It took awhile for Whizzle to control herself, although she did still chuckle whenever she faced Meira, something that still last as they reached the border. This time, Whizzle was puzzled as the border remained lightly guarded.

Whizzle took out the passport she had. Of course, the passport was registered under another ID, but a bit of Illusion and Psionics she could usually get through. Heck, Whizzle was confident that if she wanted to, nine times of ten, she could convince the border guards that a leaf was her passport and allow her to pass. However, before she gave the passport to the clerk, Fenrir went forward in his werewolf form. The Cimmerian bioweapon had been an object of interest ever since Whizzle realized his identity, although her attempt of conversation were met with a scoff and a turned back, while poking through his head only revealed a jumbled mess underneath violent thoughts. Although she didn't need to read his mind to know about the violent thoughts as the werewolf was quite happy to use violence or threat of one whenever he can, as she could see now.

As Fenrir threatened the clerk, Whizzle skipped back several steps to see the event unfold.