Something was off. He could tell by his packs trip to that other weird place, Glorall was it? Either way Istas could tell something was wrong. That boy had spotted him, and Istas wasn’t going to risk getting caught by the group Lillith had brought, so he ran. Luckily that was his strongest suit running away, that and his small size allowed him to hid Everything bad has been happening to his family and his pack. Why? Why did that wolf had to hurt his mother? He did not understand why Diveen had hurt him, why they had chosen to hurt her. It seemed as if the world was coming to a bloody halt for Istas, he could barely look at his own mother because he was so torn. Blood was an ugly thing, it stained her perfect white pelt, ruined her soft fur and made her so tired and she seemed scared. She was, she had told him not to wander far, for any of them to really and it was that thought that was taking him back from Glorall back to Iromar now. Would Diveen attack him for no reason too? Where they a bunch of monsters?

The boy was a little scared, what that one brute had done to his mom would they do to anyone? He heard what his Alpha and the rest of the demons thought, pups are never to be harmed, but was that a common thing? Did everyone feel the same way? The overly fluffy boy started walking towards Iromar faster, until soon his found his little paws breaking into a run. He was following the same trail the adults had took, but soon found himself out of breath and panting and scared. It wasn’t the same scared that had filled the young boy when he had followed Wraith and the crazy demon girl out here, but something deeper. Every time he closed his eyes all he could picture was a large black wolf bearing down on him fangs exposed then red flashing before his eyes. It wasn’t until he opened them that the images were gone.

He knew his dad had ‘special dreams’ perhaps his dad would understand? Paldor had much to deal with though, he had to help mom get better. There were no healers in Iromar so his mother’s recovery was a bit longer than he thought it was supposed to be. She was getting moving though, feeling better, but with this strange meeting in Glorall, what really was stirring up? He didn’t know, nor was he sure he wanted too. His mom was hurt by Diveen, and Istas kept his eyes open for them on his way back. He was not close to those wolves that he knew of, but they hurt his mom, they hurt her! She didn’t do anything! She was with his half-brother! They were just talking then she tried to help him and to save him from this crazy male! Istas paused, looking over his shoulder to once again make sure the older boy was not following him from Glorall.

He wasn’t there. Istas slowed and stopped, closing his eyes again only to see glowing yellow eyes and ivory fangs. What did that mean? He gave a frustrated sigh, staring forward with pure white eyes, relaxing his breaths. The boy had a long way to go yet for his size, and he hoped he was at least going the right way.