Istas looked over the gathering boys with great interest, but also fear. He wasn’t sure what to make of the two puppies, but no sooner did he shout did the young red marked boy, the angel, reply. His ears fell back as he called, his voice clearly holding no scorn, if anything he too seem disapproving of his grandsire’s actions. He peaked out a little further to look at this prince of Diveen, wondering if he was speaking true of what some wolf Istas did not know had done to his mother. That was perhaps a more terrible thing, Istas had to admit. He knew the laws dealing with imprints. Still he was scared an make matters worse Vainglory had come from behind him. His words did little to help, he was going to toy with those who had harmed their mother? Istas was still thinking on Solaris, his eyes going to Eden, as his brother walked forward. It perhaps was much too bold, yet it was enough to get the smaller Istas to emerge and show himself.

”I do not know this Jaidah… But she did not need to kill your mother’s soul for this I am sure… It is the very law that says that. Just as your grandsire did not need to hurt my mom, she was doing nothing wrong.” Istas said quite steadily his white eyes staring through the fogs at the forms of the boys. Istas was not happy that his brother was being so mean to the boy that clearly was regretful for his grandfather’s actions. The pure white pup could not say he regretted any move on his mother, he wasn’t even sure if that was true what this boy had said. He sounded honest, however, and it didn’t help that he was fun to look at too.

Vainglory introduced himself as successor of Iromar. It was true, in a way, their mother had once ruled Iromar so why shouldn’t they be some form of Prince? Still if Zaqar came what chaos could that bring? Vain, I don’t think they are trying to be mean. We can let them come in right?” Istas spoke from behind his brother, softly, but he knew the truth of Solaris’ words. He wasn’t about to be blindly rude to them like all those girls had been to himself. Boys had more class than that.

Then some crazy girl appeared. Just when he thought this party was big enough, poking fun at the other boy who was there and quite before dancing off like a she had some mad disease. Girls were crazy. Here they were trying to be civil and talk and she comes running in with her games. Where girls also mentally slower than males? It seemed that way. Perhaps when they were older they gained some intelligence.

It seems Vain is not the only brother of Istas’ to appear. He is much calmer than Vain however, at least he, like Istas was trying to extend a tentative paw towards friendship. Though a feeling in Istas’ gut made him feel like this may come later to bite them all in the tail. He dared move closer, standing slightly behind his two brothers, his overly fluffy form making him seem larger than both but it was all a farce. He was safe with Vainglory and Wraith there. Perhaps it would make things more confusing for them to see three very similar boys standing side by side.

But as he had thought before, Zaqar was coming. Istas knew his smell, knew what he looked like. He turned watching as the much larger boy came walking up towards them all, easily standing above them with his great height. Istas watched him in awe, surely he was the most fun to look at above all the boys here. He was so big and strong, but hopefully he would not harm the two boys Istas wanted to know more about. One of which felt bad for his mother, surely they could get along right?