Father has not been teaching me the art of covering my tracks but I trust that as soon as my training starts with Zeteri, she will teach me. She will teach me to run silently and to hide my tracks and track others. I can't wait for my training to begin. And yet the one thing they haven't taught me is how to react to violence and blood. I react naturally and it is usually with fascination. I don't know what it is about the rich red texture of blood but it inspires me in ways I never thought possible. Seeing that large black wolf, Tobias, attack another and rip his leg clean off....it didn't traumatize me as it probably should. It made me more curious than ever. Now I intend to hunt down Tobias and find out for myself why he works the way he does. He intrigues me. I know that it can be dangerous and I know that he could easily kill me at this stage in my life but still, I can't stop thinking about it. I know that mom and dad would never let me go after him so they can't know. It's something I'll have to do on my own.

I do not know that I am being followed, not until I smell the young female at my back. I turn my head only a little, just enough for one yellowish green eye to fall on the darkened shadow of the female. She is watching me, waiting for me to descend as if my fate will foretell her own. My lips twitch at the shadow of a smirk, the challenge flashing in my eyes as I turn back to the darkened stairs that lead down into the abyss. I take a step and then another, my tan and black form easily blending into the darkness as it swallows me whole. I pause where I am for a moment, blinking my eyes until they adjust to the darkness. Only then do I hear her voice.

Turning my head, I glance upward toward her form, noting the disdain in her voice as if she sees me as inferior. I can smell no pack on her coat so she must be a loner. Mom and dad have talked about them, how they can either end up being your ally or enemy, all depending on the individual. Well she doesn't seem to have a good impression of me but she's probably judging me based on my scent. She smells a pack, something different than what she was taught and so she dislikes it. I can't blame her for not liking something she doesn't understand but my mind has opened up to a lot of things recently, like how others think and how I wish to understand it all. At her question, I consider for a minute or two before responding.

"Hopefully give me more questions than answers. I like a good mystery...don't you?"

My eyes glitter in the darkness before I turn back to my prize, heading down even deeper into the darkness. Once I hit the bottom, I can only hear the faint ripple of water somewhere and the soft drips of water droplets falling from the ceiling. My ears flicker curiously before I step further into the caverns, my nostrils set on overdrive to descern every scent I come in contact with. With every step, I am well aware of what goes on behind me, curious if my stalker will be following me on this adventure.