I was feeling better this fall that I was the last for sure. I had a family this year and while the slowly dissipating songs of my feathered friends bothered me it wasn’t so terribly bad this time. Alcide had trained me a little and has also promoted me to the new rank of Aquilla! I was feeling pretty good about this, being officially titled as some key part of the pack. I knew warrior was the only place I could be seeing that being a singer of history didn’t exactly do much for me. A bard I think is my true calling, yet I wonder what else I could do with myself. Being a warrior always seemed so fit and the more I found out about my blood family’s history the more I knew why.

I had no idea that my grandfather, and despicable father were Alpha’s and fighters, so it was in my very blood that made me want to fight and be a warrior. The softer side surely came from my fawn colored mother, Doe. I miss her all the time and wish she would come back. My father had stolen her soul away and she had wanted to be with him. It wasn’t even just me that disapproved of him. My aunt, Dusk, also had said that she was displeased with his actions. I knew he wasn’t good, from the very beginning being able to abandon your imprint and pups was just a terrible step. I hated him. I would never get over those feelings.

If he dared show his face here I was certain that I would be the first to tear it off. Alcide was my father now, I didn’t need him and I never would. My mahogany and golden form slipped down the mountain on well placed paws, having lived here my entire life I found the work up and down the mountain easy. My body took the lower dosages of oxygen making the free lands seem thick. My muscles were well trained just simply from having to traverse the uneven terrain so often. Soon I would three years old and nearly an adult by everyone’s standards. I hoped I could soon hold training sessions of my own, but first I needed more practice.

Leo had done another one of his vanishing acts. I am not sure where he had went this time, but I knew he was never far. He had a thing for my sister… again. It seemed he had a mild obsession over my sisters blood related or not. Or perhaps it was just to again get on my nerves. Sadly his own sister had wandered out of Spirane so I could not tease him back. I never really felt anything for Butterfly, but it annoyed him and that was enough for me. He was always my sparring partner, and a good one, but with his obsession over my sister he seems to have slipped away a bit mentally.

I couldn’t say for sure, it was like he had imprinted but not all at the same time. It was both a blessing and a curse and I knew one day that I too would have to see the effects it played on me. I was old enough now, but I hadn’t considered the idea. It seemed like sometimes it would drive ones mad and make them make erratic choices. But me? I couldn’t be sure. Fenrir… My father, sure seemed to be fine without my mother to have simply left like that. Perhaps I would be like him, more indifferent to the effects of the soul bond I honestly hoped so. My mind was driven differently and I knew if I had pups with her I sure would never abandon them all… Perhaps I wouldn’t choose her as my mate, or perhaps I would. It would be all about her personality. I would let my heart pick as truly it was my heart that mattered.

I stopped realizing that my wandering paws had brought me habitually to the clearing in which I had sparred with my father. All my fighting with Leo led to a few surprises and a display of the natural talent I had gained from the dragon bloodlinw that flowed in me. I stood in silence listing to the few remaining song birds that were trying to outlast the quickly coming winter. I was happy being in peace though I never minded company.

~ Sings To No Soul ~ Serenades None ~