I am alone, my loneliness shrouding me in a darkness that I had never known before now. It had started on my journey for truth outside Moladion, and now this darkness I am in is that all burdened wolves know but few conquered. Many times had I thought I had finally defeated it but just when I begin to settle it came back into my mind, forcing me to take it upon my shoulders again and waiting for me to break beneath the pressure. That will never be the case, I have more control than other wolves who feel the pressure and it can't break me, not with the strength I inherited from Zeivah and Heyel.

I make my way from a temporary den that I had carved out here, stopping to glance about the riverside and notice just how sad the scenery was compared to what I remember of Diveen. I have a habit of traveling between here and the other freelands, the change of scenery helping maintain my sanity. With a sigh I lower my head towards the ground, sniffing along the ground for prey and yet anything that remotely resembles porey is hidden from me. The wind that picks up and tries to ruffle and pierce my snowy white fur goes unnoticed, my fur still thick and fluffy to feel any chill unfortunately for it if it desired to chill me. As I raised my head my soft sky blue eyes flecked in deep violet scanning the area once more a scent finally reaches me.

It is the scent of prey that is already dead, my breath catches in my throat as my ears swivel as I try to pinpoint the direction of it. I am moving and digging up the buried prey and I am not guilty because it smells not of another wolf but of fox. Deciding to investigate further I sniff at the rabbit I have dug up, the fox scent heavier and indeed I am ssatisfied I am not stealing another wolf's kill. I pick up the rabbit carcass and begin loping the twisting route back to my den, and finally I am back at the cluster of trees that marks my den site, and I lower my form and wriggle into the space that is a tight fit for me. I make my way to the very back of the den, my head facing the opening to my den in the off chance I had been followed.

If any wolf should suddenly come into view I had plans, but for now I must eat and sustain my strength because when you're used to living in a pack a loner's life is difficult to adjust to. I begin to tear into the meat of the rabbit that I had dug up, and before long it's nothing but bones and scraps of fur. I am much thinner than I had ever been in Diveen, a less stable food source definately had much to do with that. Isola must be worried about me, my dearest sister but I won't go back. The resolve to not return to my beloved family confused even me, because some part of me never stopped longing to return home.

I am growing sleepy inside the comfort of my den, soft sky blue eyes slowly closing. My ears are still alert and will wake me should anyone approach. I dream of wolves that seem misty and identityless, howling and brushing against me as if we are all pack mates or family. And after wandering in my dream I see Zeivah, and this surprises me so much that I am simply still as a stone even in my dream.

Standing at her shoulder is a black and white wolf with violet blue eyes that I assume to be her brother, and they are so close I cannot seem to believe it but yet- they are so far away. I want to run up to them and touch them and yet I know my place. For the rest of the night I dream of my fallen family, of nameless wolves, of starry skies aglow with stars, and of wolves with great white wings.