My mahogany form moved through the falling multicolored leaves. Fall was a bittersweet season for me, my feathered friends soon would be leaving Moladion for warmer places to the South and yet I loved the colors that permeated the area. I blended well with fall, my form could lay in the leaves and I wouldn’t be noticed. Things were getting better though despite the coming winter. My adoptive Mother regained her title and it also seemed like her drive to be Queen of Spirane. I could only hope this time her promises were not empty as she worked to re-arrange the rankings and try to get the remaining fragments of Spirane pulled together to once again be a pack. There were few of us remaining, very few and we needed more wolves.

I shake my head causing my fur to ripple gold as sunlight touched it in newly exposed areas before settling again. Things were changing a lot in Spirane lately, ranks were changing and that also meant I was giving the chance to prove myself. I would be in my fourth year come this spring, an adult by everyone’s standards despite raising myself for most my life. My family all left me leaving me with adoptive parents who were alphas yet also seemingly absent for the most part of my life. Constantly it felt like I was battling to keep those important to me close but it was always a losing one, slowly though I could feel fate shifting and the tables turning, finally, in my favor.

I had found my imprint recently, Sage a princess, so appropriate for a Son of an alpha of Old Moladion and adoptive son of the Alphas of Spirane yet I do not wish to give her too much I have lost nearly everyone and everything of importance and there is only so much I can take and I dare not feel the pain of severing with another imprint.

I pause suddenly noting the sudden silence of my feathered friends around me. I know what that means, a predator lurks and my nose works to find the scent to know if I should leave the area or follow. It is a fresh scent, clearly one not of Moladion and a wolf. I am curious, it is like with meeting my acquaintance Orion all over again. Though I never wish to leave Moladion to follow the fate nearly all my family has fallen into I am very curious of the world outside and I cannot help but follow the scent’s trail. Soon my golden eyes land on the older cream and black furred male moving along crouched low to the ground, strange for this was a free land to travel. I wonder if he is hunting and I stay low my forest green gaze going about though seeing no sign of prey.

”Excuse me, Sir?” My song-like voice rings softly forward to him, I knew I sounded strange to everyone, everything I said even when I was angry came out so fluidly I couldn’t help it. Growing up birds were my only friends and they spoke in songs so I did too. Singing and telling stories was really what I wished to do with myself, become a bard of sorts but there was no position for that in my home. I trained instead to be a warrior which is what fit my well built form and size. Even though I am still considered a ‘pup’ at three years of age I stand taller than the male I found not by much but I was still growing. I wait now to see what it is he is up too, perhaps if he is hunting I could assist him, especially since MoonGlow sees fit to make me her Orion of Spirane.

~ Calls Sage’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~