Istas was certain he hadn’t been followed. He looked over his shoulder not seeing any of the black and red wolves of Iromar, nor that younger boy who had spotted him. His tail waved feeling pretty happy that he was so sneaky as to escape without being seen by anyone else. Istas sighed in relief then grinned pretty pleased with his escape, but not so happy with this heavy feeling setting in him that something was indeed wrong with his world. He did not like that feeling at all, but he could do nothing more than accept it for now. With his mom hurt, his father furious he only could wonder in what would come of it.

He moved over the fields, his white form sticking out starkly, not liking the grasses that caught in his super fluffy and curly fur. It kept tugging on him, and it was frustrating as he pulled towards the lake, trying to find shorter grasses that would be much easier to travel. He felt a jolt though as he heard a voice call to him, making him visibly jump and puff up even more.

”What!? What!?” He yipped looking around frantically before having his eyes land on the light furred boy before becoming very still and stare at him with his pure white eyes. He was amazing to look at! So interesting! Those markings those eyes! They were so strange. Istas moved towards him quickly, so intrigued in what he looked like, staring at his very strange eyes. Funny given Istas own eyes were most likely the strangest of all. The boy asked him a question, if he had come from Glorall and instantly he tensed up again.

”I-I did. Did you follow me here? You smell like Glorall.” The fluffy boy asked with a tilt of his head, staring at him with his blank eyes. He hoped he wouldn’t be angry with him, he just wanted to talk to the boy and look at him. He was nice to look at fun even, he didn’t know what that could be possible. Certainly he was more pleasant than any girl ever could be. He wasn’t about to give him an excuse to leave though, not yet, he wasn’t done looking over every inch of the boy. He was curious what could he say?

”I am Istas… From Iromar. Who are you? I like you, you seem nice. Better than the crazy girls I met around here awhile ago.” The boy said his voice hopeful. He hoped this boy was nice, boys were usually nice, least by his experience.