I watched the male and its funny that again I run into a loner that is not used to courteous interactions sounded like that was the norm outside. It wasn’t to say that there were wolves who would certainly try to harm a loner wandering about on his own, but it just wasn’t the norm. At least I didn’t think so. My life might have been mildly miserable sure, but it wasn’t because anyone was out to hurt me that was just how my life ended up. My blood parents left before I was even 6 months old, my adoptive parents in and out of my life like the seasons and my first imprint also had vanished. I had bad luck keeping those that were supposed to be close to me well… close. Already I felt myself pushing away my new imprint, the princess of Diveen Sage, but I refused to get attached and feel the pain over and over again.

I shook my mahogany head slightly to rid myself of the thoughts, looking up only to notice that the chestnut eyes of the stranger were never fixed upon me. Perhaps he was of a lower rank, or a more traditional pack as the wolves of Iromar, the demons, were. Either way I wondered what he was so nervous about out here we were both equals, even an alpha holds no power in the free lands.

He said that homelands were gone, taken over once more to be free lands is how I took it. I felt a little bad for him, it didn’t seem like he had any family left either. If I lost Moladion… if it was lost again rather, then I don’t know what I would do with myself. I always had my bird friends though. I choose to let it go not asking further as clearly it seemed a painful subject for him.

He went on saying his wanderings were hardly happy, and I felt him. I know the feeling to the tee. After all I had more loss than probably what most wolves should feel at my age. I feel for the older wolf though and often I prefer their company anyway. Call it strange but I never related to the wolves my age… Perhaps it was just they were so carefree and happy go lucky.

”I cannot say that I have had an… exciting life or one any less filled with grief and sadness. So if we are not wishing to ruin this otherwise beautiful day my stories will stay my own as well.” I say with a small sigh at the end. Really it was the truth, was it as bad as the white wolf before me? I couldn’t say but it wasn’t exactly fun or exciting either.

”I am called Taliesin though if that pleases you, a wolf of the pack, Spirane.” I figured I could at least give him that much for starts and I hope maybe he will return the favor with his own name.

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