I have not told them this but I have dreamed. Laugh all you want, but dreaming is something that runs in our family, some where along the lines though it passed from the females to the males, perhaps fate had finally realised that the females were a weaker sex, why else had fate not given mother and father a single girl from their litter. It was and would always be just the three of us. Wrath and Istas of course, including himself. I had dreamed of standing on the precipice of a great waterfall, I had seen and felt the water as it crashed all around me. Felt the fear that ran through my veins even though I knew it to not be my own even with the large white paws that I looked down to see blending in with the green of the grass and the brown of the dirt. You see, this is a dream that is not like yours. You are weak. Your dreams are nothing but jiberish even if you think you know what they mean. You don't have a single clue. Perhaps, I will be different from my father in the regard that I do not obtain the voices within my head that plague him (even though I do not know of this fact) or that I did not watch my family die in a horribly firey death. No. I am a tad more normal than he.

He, it's not a word that causes me pain, or makes me seek revenge even. For really, he was not ment to bring me up, I have always cherished my father because some where deep down I knew that we shared something deep, something far greater than any of my brothers. Some how I knew, knew that he wasn't all there and that I should not blame him. Or atleast, that's what I'm told. I know, I said I don't hear voices, I didn't lie there. I don't hear voices that scream into my head, they do not taunt me as they do him. I am healthy, sane of mind even. These voices guide me, they teach me things I will need to learn, they know that my father is not of a sound mind and though they tell me to trust him, they also tell me to be wary of what he says. For not everything he hears is truth, only what he sees. It was on a night very much like tonight that I had snuck out of mothers den, gone in search of my own place away from all of them. I needed to be on my own, just as much as my father some times needed to be alone. Though, if you talked to me, even just looked at me, you'd know that I am not my father.

Where he is skinny, dirty and down right disgusting... no offence father, I am the picture of perfect. My white coat glistens like freshly fallen snow, it is thick and lush. My voice is hauty, my tones are tinted with the royalty that flows through my veins. I should have tried to challenge for Iromar when Ishtar left, I had known that she would not make it as long as she had. Wasn't it father who dreamed of her mates demise? perhaps I too had dreamed of her own demise from Iromar? no one will really know, since the images that I dream so far are locked within my mind, waiting to be unlocked by my father and soon to be trainer. My body is ridged as I sway back and forth, I have been standing on the edge of the swamp, my violet and white eyes closed to the world around me and yet my ears are perked and twisting back and forth to listen for the sloshing of water or the soft pad falls of someone's paws. I can see them now. Mother and Father, their laying by the edge of a great waterfall. In this moment I relax myself, for I know that she has found him, and that soon they will return and I shall learn what I must to take his position when I am ready.

"talks like this"