I had looked around for him for some time, even after I had called his name with my song I figured I would have to look around or wait for him and I hope he won’t be angry for disturbing his peace but I just wanted to talk and meet him. I wanted to talk to him get to know him well. I already knew he was really brave and impressive. He was our best hunter for a reason and I was just overall impressed with him even though our meeting was short and I had never met him before. I wandered around the area in which I sent out my call. I stood in the light giving my fur a more golden hue than normal. I looked like fire which is why I affectionately got the nickname of ‘Flame’ from Leonidas. I had a few not so affectionate nicknames for him but now was not the time.

I spotted the smaller brown male heading my way, I was happy he was coming to my call. For a few minutes I wondered if the elder wolf wanted to even show up, I was just a child after all especially in his eyes, to be summoning him out of his den by someone who he didn’t know. I was happy that he was kind enough to answer me though. I bowed my head to the older male my neck furs rippling between gold and mahogany different amount of sunlight hit me. I only lifted my head up as he spoke to me allowing my forest green eyes to set upon him.

”Camelot Sir, it’s nice to see you again too.” I start my tones clearly full of respect for the male that stood before me. ”I-well it may sound odd, but I just wanted to know more about you. I got the impression during the hunt that I should. I know its weird, but I know you lived through much and I wish to know any tales you may have to tell.” It was an odd request in deed but Taliesin though it wasn’t an unreasonable one. I just hoped it wasn’t so prying and that Camelot didn’t think I wanted deep dark secrets. Not in the slightest, just stories, maybe some tales of the meteor fall.

I hoped that he would be willing to answer some questions tell me some stories about himself and maybe I could get to know him better. I was three years old this year and yet I still didn’t really know what path to take in life. I wanted to sing, but who heard of a wolf my stature and blood being a singer? What would a singer do anyway? That was why I wanted to learn some stories, maybe I could sing some tales of old to children someday, pass down the history of old. We will see though, I needed stories and I hoped Camelot would tell me some.


~ Sings To Iophiel’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~