Mother was gone again and father was busy as always or just avoiding him. He didn’t care that much he could get attention from others and yet being an unseen creature always with a divine move up his sleeve was something he could get use to and yet his youth still ruled him more than his evil desires and games. He was still young and had time to grow into his fate. For now he searches for mother farther from his sister and the den.

A layer of mud coated his limbs and paws as he made his way down the river to a place all so new to him. He was anxious he didn’t realize he was leaving his home or he could be in danger should he leave. He was too young to understand the feud or that his families…his enemies could hurt him out here. It is his childish ignorance that puts him in these situations yet he continues to do these childish things.

The land is void of most and yet a funny scent lingers. He fallows it till he is close enough to see a creature much like his mother though not as big. His youthfulness gets the best of him as he bounds forward leaping at this creature like he had seen father do many times. He caught the end of the creature’s fur as he fell to the ground between her paws.

A soft puppy growl escaped him as he rolled to stand once more. Perhaps he didn’t do something right… “Who are you?” he said confused gazing up at the massive wolf fem before him, although I would suppose everything was massive to a puppy. “Your not my pack?” he asked. She didn’t smell like home and that was cause for concern? No today he is free to whatever he likes. He is made to cause fear not to be afraid of it. He is the son of the Demon lord and a trickster spirit and yet his is every bit off puppy.