{Angels are Bright Still}

It is being most dark and cold this night and yet I am of the blood of arctic wolves, wolves of old whom lend to me the colour and thickness of my pelt and as such I am barely given to feel the touch of winter, breath rising like smoke into the air as it is I walk beside my Kane. I am ill at ease perhaps, having both myself, my Kane and Amir outside of the pack together, yet I am trusting most greatly in my Yojimbo, Malina, Azrael and Heyel to assure our lands are safe this night. I foresee no attack. Iromar is silent and enemies whom seek our throne lay defeated. Tonight we are safe, of this I am assured, my mind focused instead upon the small one we seek, muzzle lowered to the earth though I catch mere wisps of scent and the barest sign of track before they are lost between sheets of snow and ice. Perhaps we should have summoned the assassins or scouts, wolves trained for such things as this. I am capable indeed, just as my Kane and our warriors and yet there is only so much to be done in the darkness and snow. The touch of my Kane is a thing most assuring as I move to part from him, Amir and myself near invisible within the darkness as we move to fan across the field. I am Alpha indeed, yet I find no discord in allowing Amir to offer instruction this night. It is his rank, his place and I am trusting of his judgement and that of Voltaire. One whom searches for a child is often driven by instinct alone to see the company of the one they have lost.

Amir is given to change direction and indeed my lithe and graceful form breaks into a lope once more, striding after him now atop the snow though indeed it is my eyes and nose find nothing, see nothing, smell nothing. The small hints I had uncovered had long been lost within the winters embrace and indeed worry coils within me. She is young and she is alone, perhaps she is not yet of breeding age yet a lone female is most at risk in these months, young as she is and indeed I fear perhaps her Mothers interference in this. Ruvindra is not a creature of kindness- she is not the wolf she was, not anymore.

I allowed my direction to shift, seeking, searching, my white pelt aglow in the moonlight and yet fading into the snow in moments the same, pace increased to stride beside my Kane once more, following the lead of Voltaire and Amir.

Queen of Diveen || Heyel X Zeivah || Mate of Kane || Mother of 9

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