Istas was happy his family was back together again. His mother was the only female he ever liked and he hated the sight of her torn and bloody. Istas moved quickly over Iromar on his small light paws, his overly fluffy form looking like a bouncing cotton ball as he moved ever so lightly around the pack. Already at his tender age he was proving to be light-footed and graceful, but also showed that he wouldn’t be much in size. If they could look through is fluffy fur that was. Thankfully all his fur made him appear very much thicker than he was, but what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them. He was as light as a feather, with very long legs and a deep chest that meant he could run further and faster than his two slightly larger and more muscled brothers. So what if they could sit on him and just pin him to the ground, they had to catch and find him first!

He was a ghost, able to blend with the mists with his nearly pure white form, hiding anywhere that he found convenient, sometimes it was in plain sight and others just walked right on by! They didn’t seem him coming! Nor did it seem did the strange black, crimson and white male that he was coming towards. He seemed like one of the demons, but not. How he carried himself and acted was very different than the demons he was used to following around. No matter, he was fun to look at but to his utter fear and distain he started trotting forwards towards the very first girl ever to be mean to him! Elesor!

Istas knew it was over then, as the male so kindly started talking to her. He could tell he was kind because he was asking in such soft gentle baritones that was music to the fluffy white boy’s ears. He crept a little closer, more closer than he normally would when he was wanting to spy and stalk on others. He tip-toed closer keeping his pure white gaze staring at Chael.

He did not really want to talk to the girl. Girls were mean and hateful and said mean things all the time like how you smelled bad or how your mom was a liar when really she wasn’t. They were so simple really, and Istas couldn’t say he liked a single female he had met except his mom and he didn’t expect that to change anytime soon. But he wanted to go on the border patrol too, so he shyed closer letting his form come from the mists as if he were a spirit, wondering if he could be invited too.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why