I rarely venture far from my home, today is no exception.

I move through the woodlands finding myself a little sad because my imprint is no where to be felt or found. It seems as though the bond is weaker than I imagined, it effects me slightly though I find I can carry on as per usual. She is gone, I understand this and it honestly makes my life easier. I hear males that are dragged around and used by their imprints, I figure I get this gift from my father for being able to ignore the pull that no one else can seem too. I though have hundreds of friends. The birds songs uplift my spirits allow me to sing with them and learn their songs. They do not run from me for the know I will not hunt them, in fact I would protect them. I have few friends. I thought I had Leonidas, but he stalks my foster sister as if he has imprinted on her and it seems as if it is in a most unhealthy manner, then there is the young boy, Noel, who has great ambitions yet he seems a little soft. I like him and his company. We usually only spar when we meet yet I feel this bond as we do it. Perhaps I feel more as his older brother than a friend, but I make do with what I am given.

As I wander deeper into the woodlands my mahogany and golden form pauses, ears twitching at the lack of songs surrounding me. I hear no call of the spring birds finding their mates or making their territories nothing. My well trained forest green eyes look around for them, spying them high up in the branches. Turning my large, graceful frame around I sniff the air lightly smelling the scent of a wolf who does not belong to Moladion. Intersting. I have never met a wolf that was not born or at least did not live here before the calamity. I hear loners can be vicious creatures yet I do not worry. I am an Aquilla of Spirane, I train to fight under my father, Alcide the Alpha himself as if I would be the one to inherit the throne. No it is not me, I am the foster son, his daughter, my foster sister, Daenerys will be taking that spot, but perhaps I may be her future sword, the one to take challenges should she not be able too.

I follow this scent, nose in the air as my rather large rich mahogany and golden form changed pace going at a trot rather than walking. I am a big wolf, I am larger than most other in my pack now even though I am not even an adult yet. I stand at 38 inches tall, nearly filled out though I still have some room to grow. I think I will be as large as my adoptive father once I stop so I do not worry about many being too much bigger and stronger than I am. I move into the light, my highlights in my fur making me look gold color rather than my brown mahogany.

I spot the nearly black male then in the distance he is probably around my age, maybe older but I am larger than he is. He’s very bulky though, but still I think I outweigh him, all muscle not really looking like he can be fast with those thick legs. I seem to have an advantage should he choose to fight, but I feel as though it shouldn’t come to that.

”Greetings traveler.” I call in my song-like voice my forest opalescent streaked green eyes watching the dark pelted other all the while. I wish to travel like him, to see the world as he had yet I have a family I must stay with, protect. My father grows old after all and soon I feel he will not be strong enough to continue holding the throne as he does now. I stand watching him wondering if he will choose to talk to me or if he will move on. If so I will not stop him, though I wouldn’t mind hearing some of the stories of his travels.

~ Sings To Iophiel’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~