male one 38 inches 140 pounds godric x nikalie spirane no imprint ariel!


Purpose was a funny thing. My father had told me when I was younger that everyone had a purpose in their lifetime. He told me that you had to find it instead of waiting for it to come to you. I knew what he meant. I caught on to his hinting words. Perhaps he wanted me to be a great leader or follow in his high-ranking footsteps, but I stayed hidden within the pack. I did not want to stand out and be noticed for anything that I may have accidentally done right. I wanted to perfect my skills with time and excel within the ranks at a decent pace. I was not power hungry. I will never be power hungry. I am still simply a puppy living in an adult world. My father will die soon and I will be left with my mother and three female siblings. As the eldest of my litter, I know I will have to fill the void of my father, so I know it is time to start taking on responsibility. Godric will not be around much longer. But he has lived a good life and I have no reason to mourn over what is to come. Instead I will take the time I have left and spend it with him courageously, knowing I will never know him for long.

My pads scrape across Spirane’s terrain lightly. It is a simple jog, nothing vigorous or exciting. Spirane is beautiful at this time of year. My golden amber eyes take in the scenes of wild, crimson poppies clinging to the grass of the calmer slopes here, but mainly what I see is the once barren, winter landscape take the color of an evergreen tree. There is life here finally and I seemed to have missed it until this very moment.

I take a minute to stop now and let my rear rest easy against the worn down path that I have taken many times before. Eyes close slowly and I drift into the sounds of the territory. There is a spring nearby where most of the pack comes to drink when a longer trip isn’t convenient. I hear the sound of pups far into the territory, but only faintly calling for their mother. The wind rustles through the trees only for a minute before a limb crackling to my right makes my eyelids flicker upwards and my head turns slightly in the direction it came from. I do not stir from my spot but instead sit calmly and collected.

After all, it could’ve only been a squirrel and if not, it was someone that I had already been desensitized to. I did not make assumptions but instead waited for something or someone to appear to at least give me information on where my father had disappeared from.

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