I am very much annoyed still. My stupid, ugly sister had dared to defy me. I had saved her puny life, her pathetic, useless life, and she did not heed to my gestures of dominance. I not completely surprised though. She cannot take care of herself. She cannot kill on her own. She cannot do anything of use, and is the weakness that stains my bloodline. A wolf that should have been culled at birth. I know that I am the superior one of the line, surpassing even that of my parents, for I would have killed that thing called Micteca if she had crawled out of my body. My mother was not the smartest of creatures, probably weak in the mind like many are. Weakness for weakness. I was born to be great, to be strong and here I am, beyond what anyone in my previous line was.

Micteca is forever going to be a disgusting annoyance in my life. Due to her inability to function even on the level of a normal wolf, she had to steal food from me. That little ugly thief will pay for it, and I know exactly how to go about doing it. My son Eden, will surely enjoy taking a few lessons from his mother, and I sure will enjoy tormenting the sub-lupine that is my 'sister'. I already know that Anselm would...go a little too far for Diveen standards if given the chance. I have already seen that boy do what I did as a puppy, but even more so. I do not hinder him or stop him. I allow Anselm to be Anselm. He needs no training from me, not yet. There is a primal curiosity within him, and I want to see where it takes him. Ayal is of a different breed, one that is pure and feminine. She is superior to all, and I would not oppose to her coming with Eden. Eden, I want to test. I want to see what my son thinks, what he does in given situations. I want the extension of myself to be acceptable, and to shine brighter than twenty suns. I already know Eden goes out and explore beyond Diveen, and I cannot lie, if I find out that someone leaves even the slightest of a scratch on his pelt...well, there would be hell to pay.

It is early in the day, and I have just finished getting myself hydrated at my personal stream of clean water. I do not want to...share my water with other filthy specimens. As far as I am concerned, only my children and Elijah may drink from it. My paws of grey move with unequivocal grace and perfection as I head back to my den, stepping on anything and everything in my way with ease. I do not move my large paws to avoid insects or other lowly creatures. I smash them, as this is the true order of things. The superior crush the weak and the slow. My head is lifted high, black like the darkest of moonless nights, flecked with only the faintest of grey. I shine brilliantly in the morning light, like a beacon of beauty for all to see, for I am indeed a physically superior creature in every way. I hold a face most divine, and am just as deadly with my skills. As always, I hum a haunting little tune. One that is so tempting to the ears, wolves dare follow me just to listen.

I come upon the den that I share with my children, children that are slowly growing and wanting to...not be with their mother so much. This pleases and displeases me, and it is confusing and I dislike it. I do wish them to venture out into the world, and cleanse the universe of the seemingly unending scum. But, can't that do that and come home to me too? I will not admit this to them, but they are a part of me and I dislike myself staying away from...well, myself. My stunning copper eyes fall down upon the den as my form halts with ease. I flick my tail a single time.

"Eden, amica mea. Venite ad me. Nos multa ut mi."
(Eden, my darling. Come to me. We have much to do, my son.)

My words flow from my mouth like pure bliss for the ears. A voice so special this day, for it is for my son. He gets a voice that no others get, untainted with my secret hatred and venom that others receive, even if they do not realize it. I am a very subtle creature, and only the most sharp of minds can even attempt to see the nuances of my behavior. For now, though, I will stand tall, my copper eyes going from the den and carefully observing the world around me. I do not wish for say, Heyel to come around and ruin my fun. Although his blood is superior to many, he still holds weakness that I disdain. A weak spot for my useless sister, all because of Eris. I narrow my eyes at the thought. Eden better hurry.