Fallen for a girl,
fell down from the sky.
halo around her head, feathers in our bed

IT'S SACRILEGE!

I do not know this land for I have never been here before, but it seems to be teaming with life by the scents that linger on the air, so I am keen to know just who occupies this landscape. My curiousity will not have to wait long before the scent of a female, not the male scent I had noticed upon coming to the boarder but a scent none the less. The form follows the scent, a slight of frame female shows her face and she appears kind and generous as she greets us. Myself I have never known kindness from many, my Alice and brother Beowulf are the only two really to show me any of this kindness. Most of my life my paws and teeth have only known death and so it would be understandable that none really liked me. Liquid pale green eyes follow the curves of the female and I merly nod my head in response to the greeting. I am silent letting my Alice do all the talking for that is what she has brought us here for right? to talk to these wolves, to see what it is they have been up to, to see what they can do for the gypsies and what we can do in return for them.

It doesn't take long before they get down to business. My ears are always moving, taking in the sounds that surround us, the way their voices bounce off the rocks confuses me for a few moments but soon I am able to pin point those that are not apart of our little gathering and those within it. Alice speaks of shelter, a season or two perhaps, I had never really truely known the gypsy life style so this is all a learning curve for me. This isn't to say I had spent my entire life within packs. I was born a loner and had stayed a loner even within pack boarders. So perhaps my lifestyle isn't to far off from theirs. I hear my name and my eyes of pale green return to that of the meeting in front of me. I dip my head towards the Spirane female and the first words to leave my mouth this whole time spring forth I say, my voice is to husky to be female. Year's of torture at the hands of others has left me like this but I do not mind, it makes me feel more masculine than my body tells others.