These lands were not the ones I had been banished from. These were new grounds to dig my claws into. It's been so long since I had this freedom, and now that nobody of my blood was near me I can truly be free, unless they're foolish enough to try to hunt me down. My black form glistens like an inky oil spill as I sit beside the river, licking the fresh blood traces from my muzzle, and refused to let myself reminisce. I didn't need to remember the attack for my heretic behavior and the way blood had dripped down my muzzle, a punishment for being simply what I am. The fangs tearing into my muzzle can still be felt vividly, the flesh tearing and ripping and spilling forth blood, and gods it had not been pleasant. I had been foolish enough to at one time believed my family actually loved me, that they wouldn't care if I was different or not. I was so unbelievably wrong, and yet why am I not surprised?

It had taken me so very long to distance myself from them, to where I wouldn't have to worry about seeing their damned faces. Here they would never find me, because it was far beyond their reach. I cannot be found when I don't want to be, and I do not ever want their sights to fall on me again, otherwise it'd start all over again. Just thinking about it made my scars burn, and a snarl to boil deep within my throat, and I am glad I was rid of them. They simply weren't good for my health, be it mental or physical. After all we need both these things in order to survive, and yet I do not plan to survive but to thrive.

Here I can start all over once again, there was no family to punish and tear me to pieces, no areas I have to keep myself from setting paw upon, and no enemies at all, at least not yet, though I'm sure someone somewhere will find fault of me. After all I'm not the best role model out there, and wherever I step, well, let's just say shit tends to hit the fan. My thinking prowess if unmatched and ready at the slightest span of time, an d my fangs are always sharp and ready to strike their target, though my tongue is always ready to twist words of wonder as well, ready to coax and manipulate, ready to devour. My muscles were ready to chase and run, to pounce and trap, just like they were sol used to.

What lies in store for me here I wonder, as my wandering takes me within view of another wolf, one who was alone and...well, maybe lonely? I make my way in her direction, curious at this development, and make sure not to appear threatening, because that isn't my job today. I stop a safe distance away, and tilt my head slightly to one side, contemplating for a few moments before I decide on what to do, and put a single paw forward as if testing the water before I leap in. My ears are pricked attentively, and I decide that announcing myself may be in my best interests. "Hello. I am wondering if I happen to be intruding on something. I am Tsukaihiro." My vocals are smooth, flowing and coated with honey.