The days were becoming much quieter than they had been. Despite my efforts to stay hidden from Moladion's population, i'd had a few unfortunate encounters. It was dangerous, with my brother's assassins tailing me, to be seen by others. Luckily, the wolves I encountered were simply loners, our paths unlikely to cross again; I knew my luck was eventually going to run out. Moladion had been kind to me, offering me sanctuary. There were many hiding places and I could stay on my own without being questioned. Of course this wouldn't last. The rogues were coming for me, there was no doubt about that. My brother was many things, one being persistent; he'd send wolves after me until I was dead.

The day was nice, the sun shining brightly and warming the earth. Today was a good day to go lounge about, the sun feeling good on my fur. I decided there was no better place to spend the day than at the fields that bordered the the river. It was open and would allow me to lounge while keeping a look out for approaching wolves. Plus it was simply beautiful, especially in spring, relaxing even the most frayed nerve. I'd stumbled upon the place one day and was captivated by it immediately. If my brother's wolves ever did find me, this would be the place I missed the most when I was forced to run again. I hoped that wouldn't happen, but I knew it probably would. So I was determined to enjoy my time as much as possible, before everything went back to Hell.

I trotted leisurely through the grass, but my guard was still up. The flowers were in full bloom and there was a gentle breeze that had me humming with happiness. I stopped suddenly when I smelled another wolf, a male. My silver gaze slide over the field until I saw the light brown brute laying lazily in the grass, paying me no mind. Despite it being rude, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander. He was handsome, with a unique chocolate brown coat i'd almost never seen before. He had some lighter highlights but what really struck me were the stripes on his leg and the odd mask like pattern on his face. He was very large, much bigger than I was. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were from here, but I knew I was already pushing my luck by staring like I did. He wasn't working for my brother, the only wolves my brother worked with where malnourished, rabid looking rogues; something this male clearly was not.

I continued on, giving the male his privacy. I walked past where he was laying and to the waters edge, but I kept a careful note of his continued presence so he didn't sneak up on me in case he was dangerous. I stretched out, allowing my lean figure to show. My mouth opened as I stretched, tongue curling like my spine. I laid down and stared at the water, watching it ripple and move gently. I looked at my reflection, not thinking I looked anything special. I had silver eyes that i'd inherited from my mom, My pelt was a mash of different colors: Gray, black, ivory, tawny, and brown. I had the usual markings of a wolf that grew up in the mountains where I used to live. I looked like the rest of my family, even my brother. But I was the smallest out of them all. They were all built for fighting, well built and muscular. I was lean and shorter, making me more fit for running.

I shifted my body and turned so I was facing the male, just in case. I sprawled my body out and allowed the sun to warm me up. I laid my head lazily on my paws, relaxing. My eyes closed, but I stayed fully aware of my surroundings. My tail beat against the earth a couple of times, content.

But I don't want good and I don't want good enough, I want can't sleep, can't breathe without you love....