I have been studying the layout of this new pack, I do not remember much of the old one, but it seemed pretty close. I wish I could see it all in color, as it is the varying shades of grey were rather boring and only helped me to see the deeper shadows of my home. I have memorized just about all of my new home, staying with my Father for the most part, but occasionally I do slip away. I cannot remember when I lost the color in my vision, but I know this instinct deep within my soul to find the one I belong with, I know that I am close. I have found the scent that captivates me on the wind, brushing coyly against the sensitive nerves in my nose, tempting me with an ocean's capacity for such things. I know she is here, I can feel her, I can smell her. Like a starving man searching for sustenance, I hunt her out now. I have waited by the water's edge for days, refusing to eat, watching others cross the shallow, knowing what the tiny island has for me. I wait for her, studying each female as they pass, hoping something amazing happens, but it has not. Still, the ocean breeze keeps sending hope in the tantalizing form of secret caves, water on stone and light lilies, sending me into a sort of sense ecstasy. I have subtly smelled each female, and though they have traces of this mysterious lady, they are not her. That magic does not happen, that tingle I have heard of does not pass through me. I want to know what this is. Why do we imprint?

I have heard it can control a male, or destroy him. Finley is an example of destruction, Weylin of control. The way I have seen Weylin act scares me, but I watch it all through a colorless screen. I knew colors once, when I was a little younger, but as soon as I turned two those went away, and I was increasingly dark, moody and testy. I dare not stay around Jehu too much, lest I lose my head quite literally to anger. I stay on the mainland, watching over the island from afar. I have seen Ajax cross the waters, but I cannot gauge the depths of them just yet. I have no color to guide me, and as such my depth perception is not as good as it can be. I shift uneasily in the sand, pacing the edge where I have seen the others cross. My grey frame showing off its light silver brindling, the sunlight bright upon my back as I move. Today is a cloudless day and as a darker wolf it is a hot one, who wouldn't go for an autumn swim? It is newly fall, and as such, it is still rather warm. I let a paw sink into the cool coastal waters of my seaside home. The first step in her direction. I move slowly, one paw after the other as I make my way across the shallow divide that keeps me from her. I stumble into the water a bit, soaking the front of my chest and throat in saline liquid. How do they do this so effortlessly? Oh...that's right, they have colors. I keep forgetting that tidbit.

Speech

{No colors anymore, I want them to be black}

male. 2 years. kept warm by no one. curled around no one. in the barracks of Glorall.