Where was Chael going? Was the only thought on Istas’ mind as he followed the black, white and red pawed brute out of Iromar and into the Crags. He didn’t want to leave Iromar again not so soon after returning but he also didn’t want to be far from Chael who protected him. He followed like a ghost trailing behind the male on light silent paws. With the change of season to winter and the snow on the ground he blended perfect into his environment. Even his eyes were pure white so that only his black nose really stood out to anyone. He was following pretty far behind Chael, he was certain that the wolf would know he was following him.

It was then a mirad of scents hit the young boy like a rock to the head. He skid to a hault just before the giant group shadowing them staying out of sight as best he could. What were all these wolves doing down there? And UGH ALL THE GIRLS. He curled up but still let his eyes wander to the black and white male and spotted the familiar face of Zaqar down there. He wasn’t the only one to catch his eye. Gaara too was down there and Istas thought he had seen that red form prowling around Iromar. Maybe not but how many red wolves did he know? But pretty much it was all girls UGH.

He waited up on his cliff his tail flicking but keeping his head low. He didn’t want any of those girls to see him and he couldn’t quite make out where Chael went… well he would look for him after this and ask him what all these crazy wolves were doing.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why