Nootau had taken the day to hide away in the field of gold that surrounded Diveen. He was feeling warn out on learning about the Diveen ranks and customs, so he was avoiding the pack altogether to allow his brain time to work through everything he had learned and the events of the past months. He had learned that Diveen wasn’t actually a pack of angels, but a pack of assassins. Isola was the Archangel and related to Azrael, a Silent Knife, and mate to Kane, the High King. Isola was a sweetheart and her brother was her opposite. Isola’s son, Achilles, was heir to the throne. Azrael must rue that because he had told Nootau that he should have been the alpha of Diveen. Azrael was also a father (to at least one spoiled daughter). Isola and Azrael’s father, Heyel was the leader of the former Trenus pack. Kane was the son of Devil May Cry, the king of the former Paracon pack. After Isola met Mr. Pretty-lovely-boy, the sky fell, and then the two packs were merged under them and the two of them had been leaders ever since.

If Nootau were a spy, he was doing a pretty good job with gathering information on Diveen. Still, he felt… out of place despite knowing what was going on. He had spent the entire spring here, and with summer beginning, he wondered if he should make his decision about really staying in Diveen or not. And further more… Nootau had a goal – one that he would never achieve here without causing the entire population to hate him. Sad as it was, Nootau was starting to realize this pack wasn’t the right place for him. There was too much… royal vs. peasant hierarchy going around. The royal family would remain in charge so long as there was their bloodline to fill it.

Diveen wasn’t Nootau’s pack if he wanted a shot at being selected as a high ranking leader. Oh, he was sure he could raise high here, but not to where he wanted. Still, there would be no harm in staying a while longer. Nootau still hadn’t met Achilles and he had only met a small portion of the pack members. He would prefer to have more friends in Diveen than just Isola and Kane, too. Maybe after winter he’d set out again on his own. Yeah… finish getting to a proper weight sounded good, despite maybe being a bit selfish. Nootau was nearly there (the process was slow because he couldn’t seem to be lazy), but he had a minimum of 10 pounds to pick up. He weighed in at about 100 pounds currently (having gained 20 pounds since winter), but for being 33 inches tall with his build and growing frame he should weigh around 110. When he was an adult, he’d be pretty average built with even muscle tone all around and have a healthy weight of 140 pounds.

Nootau was feeling physically awesome! The best he had felt… like ever! From his years as a loner, he had developed a constant activity syndrome and even when he was resting, he was walking around the pack’s land. His young muscles were hardened and toned, though Nootau would have to train harder than most to really have a “chiseled” look about him. His healthy weight was starting to have effects on his fur as well. His fur was medium lengthen and brown fading to cream on the underside and black on the dorsal side. It looked thick and full again, though for some reason it was three times as unruly. Nootau, while not “scruffy” certainly didn’t have smooth, sleek fur. Still, it was gaining that adult-like shine to the individual hairs. And in this field of brown, orange, and gold grass?! No one could see him because he blended in so well.

Nootau yawned as he continued around the territory aimlessly and tried to decide what he would accomplish later that day when he got bored of being alone (which he was already where out in the ten minutes he had avoided others). His path was made for him when he startled to a stop as he heard the noises gaggle of birds flying off. Someone was hunting? Alright! Nootau would love to hunt and eat! Nootau’s tail started wagging at the thought and he bounded through the tall grass towards where Nootau had seen the birds take flight.

As he approached the area, he saw a black pup around his age. Awesome! This pup was larger than Nootau, but that hardly mattered to him at the moment. “Hello! Want a hunting partner?” Nootau asked as he trotted up to the wolf and on second thought he introduced himself as well, “My name’s Nootau.” He had scented this wolf before, but Nootau hadn’t had a face to put to the smell until now. This was good; another wolf to meet and friend to make! Let’s hope this one went better than his last attempts.