I am not as the others are. Mother says I meant to be different, even more different than my siblings. We were all created by her for different reasons. My reason will come in time, as I stalk so quietly in the shadows. I am the side of my Mother that does not hold back. I am the one who says what others dare not say, the one who follows my curiosity without hindrance. I am not afraid to rip open bodies. I even wish to explore something more than lizards, mice, and leftovers. I want to explore the insides of a living wolf. If only my size wasn't such a...problem.

I had met one who was interesting in things in a similar way as me. I do know that no one is quite like me, nor am I quite like anyone else. Everyone is different. I know this. I also can tell that Melek enjoyed exploring the depths of bodies like me...at least I think. I am satisfied with this. It leads me to be more curious. I wished to find her again, to watch her as she goes about her day. I am the son of Ava, I can track and follow anyone that I wish. That is exactly what I do today.

I had seem Melek from a distance with my violet eyes. I made sure to keep my distance, to stay on higher ground for a while as I watched her wander out of the territory. I was not afraid to leave he seemingly arbitrary scent markings left by the alpha's. Piss and shit are everywhere, what makes their so different and special? As I followed Melek's scent, I passed over the border without a second thought. My form has grown since we last met. I am larger now, larger than she is. I am aware that my body gets stronger with each day. That muscles of forming and hardening where they were not once before. I know my body is constantly changing, and I am curious as to what changes are happening with her.

I keep quite the distance from her. Yet when I arrive at the trees more dense, I move a bit quicker than before. I did not wish to lose her, in fact I wanted to actually let her know that I was here. Stalking is okay I guess, but actually interacting with prey is more...interesting. My white form moves through the trees, various debris gathering in my glorious white pelt. I must admit, I do have a nice looking pelt that only looks better and better with age. I am not one to be...arrogant about my looks, but I happen to be a good looking wolf to many. Such a thing is not completely trivial. I am starting to think that looking good influences others. I am not positive yet, but I just have a hint.

At this point, I do not care if I am seen. She seems to be wandering in about the same area instead of running off. I allow myself to push forth, my alabaster form coming from the trees behind her. I stand a good 10 feet away, my paws stopping to stand upon a large root that stands out of the ground. My tail lashes behind me, my lips pulling back in a half-smirk as I look down upon my Melek. I let out a single laugh before I speak.

"Melek, dapibus non tantum audes mihi?"
(Melek, dare you have so much fun without me?)

I speak her name, dark and divine. I know she likely does not understand me, she didn't last time, but that doesn't mean she can't now. I have learned a bit more of this English she speaks. Mother rarely speaks it, almost never. I stalk random wolves of Diveen, I listen to their conversation and over time various words and meanings come together through repetition. Seeing as Melek lives in Diveen, she could have done the same thing with Latin if she had any sense to her. How else is she going to talk to me properly?