Fallen
Hand goes smack across his face and all he heard was be a man, and don't you cry

Fluid steps bring me into the barest edges of the area they were gathered, I was still a distance away and I watched. My deep gold eyes drifted over the gathered wolves, hints of apprehension and yet conviction dancing in their depths. I had indeed been pulled by her call, and I have every intent of answering it, I had been driven to find a leaer ever since I had lost my father Christian in the disaster, lost my mother Juno as well, why they had not followed me I do not know. After the disaster I had fallen in behind Isola, and sometimes I catch glimpse of my younger sister, and my younger brother, sometimes I long to reunite with them, but there will be time for that later, time to explore every detail of the lands later, it was better to say where I will stand now. Father would be proud of me and I know that if he were here he would stand with Isola as well, and now proving my own loyalty is my main concern. I glance at the others I do not know and felt a twinge of nerves, so I step forward until I'm within this tight-knit group, standing silently among them as to let myself adjust.

My coat of all different shades of greys intermixed surely stands out among the others here, and yet it is still not as wondrous as some of the others, and i finally allowed words to spill in graceful silvered tones from my lips. "You will have my loyalty, as there is none other I would follow." Somewhere deep in those silver, chimed words, is a deep resonating of my father. I allow myself to fall back in the slightest degree so others could have their own chances, and yet something that feels very much like my father is bubbling deep within, a sort of poised and yet calm and gentle camaderie, calming any nerves that may have sparke within me among all these strangers, and in this moment I feel very secure indeed, my deep gold eyes fixed upon Isola. The only one that I see as fit to follow. She is the very best to be the alpha in my eyes. A long-lost smile graces my lips, and I offer greetings to any and all who look my way. It is my way as I have become more matured recently, though my deep ingrained attitude still remained, though only if brushed in just the right way.