I need not wait long for a wolf to answer my call. She stepped out like a blizzard and, if I had not grown up where I had, I would have been most impressed with her size. She was larger than me, which was a rarity outside my pack. Her size was parallel to that of the mother herself. I notice her banner is severed, along with several other fresh wounds. With a raise of her head my suspicions are confirmed: she is the new queen of the mountain. My tail respectfully to a more submissive position in her presence. "Hello, stranger. You have found yourself at the base of the mountain, Spirane, and at the border line of the pack who resides within these harsh slopes." she says, my ears twitching forward to listen to her words.

I allowed my eyes to scan her, taking in her appearance with polite curiosity. She had a pelt of the snow like me, but there was a black marking over her eye which showed her to not be a wolf of the tundra. Her eyes were a peculiar shade of pink, something unseen in my frozen homelands but apparently not uncommon in the land of Moladion. There was a freshly acquired cut from a fang that ran down her black patch; intimidating to some I was sure but I have seen scarier sights. She had the looks of a fit alphess, one who could lead her pack with a firm paw. My first judgement on her had been good, I would give her lands a try at being home.

"What is your name and purpose here?" She speaks again, but in a softer tone. I return this with a friendly smile, for while I was a killer I was not a mean wolf; I was actually quite friendly in most cases. " Ailith is her name. She comes seeking membership, to use her skills as she was born to." I said bowing my head respectfully. I raise my head once more and continued on with my words. "She is from a place far off, of ice and snow. She is trained in the ways of silence and death, or as the wolf before her may call it: Assassins." My way of speaking was not mocking her, as most wolves believed when I spoke. It was how the assassin's were taught to speak and I knew no other way. I hoped my speech would not detour her from seeing the potential I could bring to her pack.



Death surrounds, my heartbeat's slowing down. I won't take this world's abuse. I won't give up, I refuse. This how it feels when you're bent and broken. This is how it feels when your dignity's stolen. When everything you love is leaving, you hold on to what you believe in....