I cannot help it if I ask questions. I mean, I don’t really know much. So how else am I supposed to learn? I mean, what if I kept my mouth shut, what if I never made a peep. I mean what else am I supposed to do? I cannot expect everyone to tell me everything. I mean they will just go on and on and on and just out wind themselves. I gotta know! Thus, I interrupt and ask. I find it best if I do such things. Yet I can tell when I annoy others, but I cannot help it. I just…have…to know. As she explains to me what she knows, I find myself having a hard time digesting it. I mean, Grandfather said we have the marks because it was a reminder that we came from Angels above, and we are meant to protect and destroy Demons. Yet here she is saying Grandmother had it. But there is supposed to be a True Angel? I find it comforting that she agrees that Grandfather is special, I mean, he is. I cannot believe he used to be King of everything, I find it amazing! Yet I can hear the strain in my beautiful Sister’s voice. I am annoying her and I do not mean to do such a thing. Which is why I wipe off all the mud that was caked on my snowy fur. I want to make her happy and if fixing my appearance does the trick then so be it. As I clear off the mud, my dirty coat seems much more polished and brighter, now that the mud is gone. I am nowhere near as beautiful as my Sister, I could never be as beautiful as she. Why did Mother have to give me her white coat, I mean you can see EVERYTHING. I should have gotten Dad’s ebony fur…then I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping myself clean.

As I follow my Sister I pause and stand there for a moment. We are about to walk outside the border. Turning my head around I do not see Mother or Father coming after me, or any other wolf. There are times when I try to walk away and someone manages to stop me and grab me by the scruff of my neck fur and carry me back. I am sued to getting a stern talking to and I really don’t want to have such a thing right. Yet as she continues to press forward, I take a deep breath and run after her. I shiver when I pass Mother and Father’s scent, making it evident where home is and yet, I feel okay. My big paws slam into the ground as I run after her, grateful she slowed her pace a bit for me to catch up. As we walk I struggle a bit in certain areas. Sometimes there are too many big rocks in my way. Other times the long grasses are too thick for me to go through, so I have to force myself, starting at a run to go through it all if I can keep up with my Sister’s pace. I tilt my head to the side as she explains just how the True Angel came. Truly I cannot wait to see her. I am not sure what she will be like, but I am looking forward to all this talk about destinies. I mean, I hope my destiny is good. I am not sure what good I’d be, if at anything. I mean, I am just a puppy. Maybe this True Angel can see what I really can be good at…maybe my Sister will help me. She seems to know a lot about this sort of thing…and hopefully she is willing to show me.

As we get deeper within the woods, I start to walk even closer to her. My golden ears twitched as I look around wearily, my bright sapphire eyes shifting back and forth, but my stance remains proud and strong. Though as we continue walking, getting deeper within the woods, doubt starts to cloud my mind. We have been wandering around for a while now. Hanging my golden head low, I let out a very soft sigh. Lowering my tail, I look up, sadly at my Sister. My voice is quite soft, which is something that is really not typical of me. I am usually a hyper loud spitfire, but…with this hide and go seek with the True Angel, I feel like maybe…maybe I am not right or what my Sister thinks I am.

“Do you…do you think she’ll show herself to me. I mean, I…um…what if I am not good enough, what if she doesn’t show herself?”