There is something conflicting within my very core. I find that I am very connected with those I care about in Diveen. I cannot fathom the thought of losing them like I did my Mother. Just letting my mind linger on it too long makes my body tense up. And yet, there was something else entirely that drove me to leave the scent-marked border. It is something I cannot really explain. I am driven to explore. I may have a need to be close to those I love, but I have no attachment to the physical place of Diveen. I am finding myself wanting to see more with my ice-blue eyes, to hear all the other colors that world has to show me. Diveen has became so small as I have grown so large. I have explored every crevice, every flower that has since died with time. I desire to see more, as I know from my Father that there is so much more to see outside of Diveen. He has talked of how he had spent more than 12 moons wandering, going from place to place and never staying for more than one sun. My mind has grown more fond of the idea, and that is why I find my cream colored paws dashing over the border of Diveen and into the mystery beyond.

I find myself getting a subtle thrill as my eyes take in all the new sights that surround me. There is a wonder that lingers on my young face as I trot at a decent pace, towards everywhere and no where. I have no particular place to go, for I have never been out of Diveen. I am simply letting my legs take me from one tree to another, one field to another. The land morphs and changes, the sounds are a symphony of color and joy. I eventually find my fire and chocolate frame in a land of rocky terrain, something odd and fascinating. Little plants push their way between cracks. Some even grow directly on the rocks, moss I think it is called. In the distance, I can hear a noise familiar and wonderful. The sound of running water.

I am overjoyed in this moment, really. A rare moment of complete release from my worries and emotional burdens. I sprint forward, the wind caressing my fur gently as my tongue dangles out of my mouth. I find that my limbs are growing longer and leaner with time. It is getting easier for me to traverse the world. I am still growing, but legs are starting to match the size of my paws. My blue eyes, so light and bright, gaze at the waterfalls ahead as I come in from the side. My creamy paws jumps onto a decent sized rock, my frame standing still as I tilt my head in curiosity.

With a wagging tail, I bounce forward again. My attention is purely on the waterfall ahead. I come upon it was a mind open and joyous. I let my paws get wet as I edge in closer to it. The waterfall has the more gorgeous of colors, and I find myself being drawn into it like a moth to a flame. It is a new found love. A thing that I want to linger by for days at a time under the sun. Before I can get directly under the waterfall, my senses kick in to tell me to pay attention to the world around me other than the water. My eyes turn wide as they fall upon the other young wolf close by. I suddenly feel a bit...embarrassed, really. I fall back initially, my ears dropping and my tail falling almost between my legs as I crawl back to the rocks. I turn back to look at the wolf, my ears perking once more as I tilt my head. This wolf doesn't seem to bad, no from here. I stare for a moment, still keeping my body looking smaller than it is before I decide to make a move towards him.

I was on the other side of the water, my paws carrying my towards him with a wag starting to form at the tip of my tail. I am careful with my steps, watching the other wolf for signs of aggression or wariness. I would stop if he showed unease, but if not I would continue on until I was about 5 yards away on the other side of the water. I would stand, a little unsure of myself at first, but then allowing my ears to perk and my face to light up a bit, and my tail wagging even more. I would then throw my front legs down into a play bow, my muzzle falling to my paws playfully as my tail swishes in the air. I yip a few yips, hoping for a response from the young stranger. I think that he would enjoy play, and allow my company. Others around my age tend to enjoy it, I would assume he would too.