I am new to this world, and this world is new to me. I do not know most things, but, perhaps, in time I will. I know. But for now I am content in my own existence; eating as I do, breathing as I do, living as I do. I left the warmth not too long ago, but it is enough time. I can see now, just as I can hear and move. My legs are thin and sometimes still unbalanced, but I manage for the most part. I am good at that thing, that walking thing that everybody else does. I may not be as fast as everyone else, but I can still do it. The others that are usually with me, my siblings, I think, are always playing and interacting with one another. I am the quiet one. I am the one who stays on the sidelines and watches on. I was born first, but that notion means nothing to me. It does not matter who was first. It does not matter who is strongest, who is smartest. We simply are and I am content in that. I am content in the world.

But my paws are not. They carry me away from the place I was born, away from the warmth and safety that I know comes from that place. But still. My large creme paws carry me away and I am helpless to do anything but allow it. I wander this strange land, smelling all different things as I go and wondering at these thing. What are they- the scent of earth, dark and dank and musty. The scent of fresh water and crisp tang of minerals within. They are all new to me and my mind absorbs them like a moth going up in flames. One could say I am distracted as I wander, but everyone has their own opinion. I have no such thing, because I do not think of that thing. My mind is simple and simple it shall remain. Perhaps. But when I push through a certain thicket and lay my dark lavender gaze upon a stranger, I pause. I do not know this wolf, and they seem on edge. Does that mean I should be as well?

In a mimic of the adults posture, creme hackles raise upon my shoulders and my muscles tense up. I do not bare my teeth, but some instinct has the corner of my lip curling as my gaze remains on him. I do not know if I am dominant or submissive, but I hold my ground as I watch him. I do not avert my eyes as perhaps I should, or shouldn't, and merely stare at him. I have only had interactions with those I was born with and born to. I do not know others and their ways. Perhaps this stranger might aid me in that. But it is not a prominent thought. I wonder idly as I watch them, ever so slightly tilting my head to the right. No words are spoken, for I know no words. They all talk around me, but I always remain silent. I have never tried to speak before, and I do not know if I ever will. Perhaps that is simply my way. Reian is a strange thing indeed.


female - zero - no soul - no heart - loner