I was out running again, like a huge white bird flying just inches over the ground. I was the shining angel flying on lit wings, free and strong and brave, the light shining and burnishing my coat the lightest golden hue, looking like something crafted from countless dreams and desires. Often times I found myself desiring to run with everything I have like I am now, just letting my energy off it's leash and run, letting my mind rise above worries and my muscles to strengthen, my heart soured on the winds ahead of me, I am unguarded.

I slowed as I approached a large group of wolves my white coat having a golden tinge as I looked them over and approached, tail every once in a while waving as I found myself a spot and settle down into it. I can feel their stares burning into my flawless coat. Curious and wondering stares intermixed I think though they probably see my lineage when they look at me, and the way I had pride and yet reservation, the way I always have been. I was completely recognizeable as a son of Heyel and Zeivah, and as I settled down into my spot easily I let my gaze wander. My soft gaze never lingers on one longer than the next, neer showing favoritism.