The world I came to live in now is beautiful, though I have seen much beauty in my life. I belonged to a band of gypsies, and since I could walk my mother never stopped her wandering, the pack I lived with not even slowing down for us pups. At first I had struggled to keep up, but I think walking that much does something to your bones, and as I grew my legs got longer and my frame became more slender and made for swift traveling. I was abandoned here by my mother, apparently she didn't like me that much. We had stopped to rest, and I should have known that she would leave me eventually. She never was the mothering type, and I think I was just a reminder of the wolf who forced me on her. Being a single birth from a wolf that was...violent...tends to create a bitter mother. I have never known the gentle touch, not like the one Everchime gives the pups in her care.

Perhaps, this is what had made me shy, the fact that my own mother hated me. Now, though, with the help of all the wolves in Glorall, I have begun to sprout out of my impossibly small shell. I am quickly outgrowing such a thing, and this is my first attempt at talking to a wolf I have only just seen. He was laying in the water, which was strange, but to each his own. If he wishes to lay in the clear liquid then who am I to tell him otherwise? He replies to my overly loud greeting, and I am almost transported back to my shy ways. My bright white ears lay back and my head dips down a bit as he looks at me funny. I keep my tail wagging, though, and I fight the urge to sink down and submit right then and there as he lifts up on what can only be described as stilts. I don't really have room to talk though, since my legs make up the majority of my height as well. I feel the warmth of the sun on my back, something I am grateful for, as the warmth fills me with more confidence. He looks at me as if he has been through the desert and I am the first drink he has seen...Again, weird, but then something hits me in the chest as I take in the bright green of his shocked gaze.

I feel it in my heart and deep within my soul, like the whole world just clicked into place and I am on the best ride ever! I am almost instantly aware of the dirt and moss scattered on my muzzle and chest from carrying my bundle of medical supplies, and my dark navy eyes widen. I shake my pelt out, only a few tiny pieces of dirt remaining on my pristine white pelt. His face brightens and a smile slides across his mouth that hits me in the gut. What is this magic? I feel like I have known him for ages, and that is a long time to me because I am only two! I sit, suddenly dizzy as I watch him come closer to me. I get the sudden urge to run to him, to wrap myself around him in the warmest hug I could ever give another wolf, but that is just crazy because I do not know him. I don't know what kind of wolf he is and I am not sure if he would hurt me. Something tells me he wasn't that type of wolf, but I can't be too careful.

His sudden shaking out of his coat send water spraying everywhere, some of the droplets landing in my face and on my head like a silvery crown, and I give a tiny giggle. The tone of my voice has often been described as mousy, and I imagine my laugh like a tiny mouse squeak when they say that. He speaks and I am pulled to listen, my ears turning forward to catch the sounds of his decidedly more masculine voice as he talks about being lost and finding an angel. I tilt my head, wondering if he knows about the Angels here. ”Oh...I am not one of the Angels. I am just Riopat, up in coming healer of Glorall and adventurer extraordinaire! But, if you really want to call me an angel...I suppose I can be..” Suddenly, my voice gets quiet and not so strong at the end. I wonder if he really is lost, because I do not like this idea of him actually being lost in a place that could possibly be unfamiliar to him. ”Are you really lost?” I gasp before I speak, my gaze conveying the curiosity and worry there. One paw raises, pulling the pile of moss toward me, I need something to play with all nervously and stuff, because it helps my mind relax. If I didn't grab the moss, I would end up bouncing around, and I don't think he would appreciate a bouncy me...