It's not that I have to get out it's just that I really want to, see! Mother is always talking and fussing over me, and father is the same and yet my brother, Wren, never talks to me and just wants to play. It's not like I have a problem with that, no, it's just that... I don't know. I want to run! I want to leap and play and show off all my words to somebody else! Mother says I am super smart because I am learning two languages and you know, that's really cool. One is old, like really old, but apparently my grandfather and all my relatives speak it - it's how I can identify them. That's really useful because according to mum, I have a lot of relatives - like, maybe thousands in Moladion alone. The other is the language all the other wolves talk which is also handy because, well, there's probably thousands of them too. I want to find a wolf that can teach me a third - now, that'd be super cool.

So, I got away from mum pretty easily. I told her I wanted to go see my aunty and - what else? - oh, right, I wanted to find her some pretty flowers. Mother says angels don't lie but guess what? I lied just then. I might find some flowers but really, I'm not going to go visit Amaterasu at all. Instead, I leave the den and just start to run with all my might, smiling all too widely as I do so. I'm so fast, I just know it! Even so young, I am a speedy thing with too-long legs and big, big paws. Mother always says I look just like her but no offence, mum, but I think I'm faster.

That's pretty much all I do for the longest time. I just run, bound over everything and occasionally tumble down the soft hills - I've already decided I love spring and everything it brings with it. The fields I run through are filled with vibrant green grass and flowers of purple, yellow and even blue. I stick out, though - a flash of light silver, marked by my black undersides and yet my jaw and chest are red like blood, I am told. I haven't seen blood but I imagine if it's the case, then I look quite scary, you know? Like I've eaten somebody! Of course, when I told my mother that, she insisted it was what made me a true angel. I have mum's paws, tail and even her back, too - white, which is why she says I'm so fast like her. I'm like a grey scale sunset, I guess! That, too, is very cool if I do not say so myself.

I'm getting pretty bored, though. It's been about an hour since I started bouncing around, showing off to the world just how super fast and good I am at being so. Instead of continuing, I decide I shall lay down in the flowers and... roll around. I'm going to smell like them today if it's the last thing I do - plus, it feels good. With any luck, though, somebody else will come roll around in them with me. Maybe I will show them just how fast I am!