They had left without me, my dear brother and sister. They went with the wolf from Iromar out into the crags. I must admit, I was sleeping when he had come, and they had tried to wake me. I am largely a creature of the night though, at this point in my life. I have taunted the moon with my vivid blue and violet eyes, seen it until the sky morphed into blue and the sun shined upon me once more. It lulled me to sleep, that warm sun, yet my body cannot go without rest. I had awoken to an empty den. An empty den might as well be an empty life. I had left Glorall, following the scents of my other halves to the border.

I suppose I was to arrive late. Or maybe not at all. Glorall was a place quite different. Snow did not always fall on my ocean side world. I spent most of my time laying in the beach, dangling my paws over the cliff, or even letting the waves crash against my body. I am not allowed to go too deep, but one day...I am sure I will swim out far, and maybe see where the sun goes when it drops into the water every night.

I had followed their scents to the crags, but the snow on the ground was a distracting thing. It is a strange stuff that fell from the sky, like rain yet so different. It painted the landscape. Morhped it and changed it to its own desires and whims. Such a thing, could only cause my eyes to flash from one interesting spot to another. I have found that I have a keen eye for beauty, and a sharp appreciation for the world around me. I do not...forget my siblings, not exactly, but I know they will be okay without me. I do feel the hole in my heart where they belong, but I as I become older, I suppose I have grown to appreciate the time I spend on my own.

My paws are in stark contrast with the world of winter. I look down upon them, black as can be against the white of snow. I lift a single paw, examining it carefully before I put it down and examine the land. I take it all in, cherishing every moment. I take steps forward, going at a leisurely pace. I am in no rush. In fact, what is there in life to rush about? I have yet to encounter any.

As my young paws crunch against the snow, I find that I come across a place that looks most interesting. A place that seems to draw in him. It is cave like, a place I had never explored. There is slight hesitation as I come upon the entrance. My silver-touched fur lift upon my neck, smelling the damp scent of another. Are they friend? Or are they foe? I am not particularly afraid of strangers, for I have yet to have a reason.

I step forward, my snow-touched fur falling into a darker point as I make my way though. It is not long at all until I see the light of the world again, only stifled since they are only slits in the earth above. I see the pools so still ahead, and I am pleased by the sight so beautiful. I am not alone though. I see the other wolf my age, as the snow falls inward through the light. I blink, letting my form of red, black, and silver come to a halt. I am a calm soul in this moment, my tail giving a simple wag behind me in a sign of my friendly intentions. I am cautious not to intrude upon his privacy, and yet I am curious. He is in a place quite beautiful, quite stunning and I wish to see it too. Maybe, there are others who appreciate the world as I do. I tilt my head as I look upwards towards the light, letting a gentle grin pull my lips back.

I have learned much from my mother, and I know that my actions will speak for me. Silence, makes this moment all the more beautiful.