There are times when I am unwanted by those of my own peers. Mother and Father are quite busy with pack meetings and details. It is never fun when Father and Mother have to leave me. I wish for them to stay, I mean, I cherish being around them. No one else in the pack really attempts to try, just family. I know I am a bit too extremely hyper, I know I am a bit odd, but I wish they knew I meant well. I mean, I am trying my best to act like a Princess, but it is just too damn hard. I mean, I can’t walk like Mother. She sways ever so nicely, her gait is smooth and fluid, while mine is choppy and rough. I am growing a bit larger each day, my large paws causing me to stumble every now and then when I try to match her. I think my body is more masculine than feminine. But then I am supposed to speak calmer than usual, and its hard to slow down my speech. I wish Mother understood that I just wasn’t cut out to be her little girl. I was going to be a fighter. Father said I had all the right stuff. My broad shoulders meant I could not only take a punch, but throw a good one too! Even though I didn’t have a gentle gait, I was still fast capable of using my body and speed as a weapon. Father and I would slip away quietly from Mother and lazy Brother. He would secretly train me, making sure that I was taught what I needed to know. Sure Mother wouldn’t approve, but I was meant to be something greater than just a Princess.

I am lying happily in mud near the bank of the creek. I love it when I can practice my pouncing and catch a frog or two. It is always fun. I mean, I love how I can follow them when I let them go, as long as they don’t go in the water. I can swim, a little bit, but I can’t quite go into the deeper end yet. Plus those frogs are pretty damn fast in the water. So, I have to be very careful to keep them near me. Keeping the frog between my paws, I gently growl and poke at it with my cold nose hearing it croak. My tail sways side to side as I giggle with glee. My golden ears twitch when I heard the sound of a small twig break from the long grasses areas. Curious I tilt my golden crown to the side, bright sapphire eyes flecked with amethyst widens slightly, as I watch a white wolf creep out from the tall grasses. I see some small resemblance of family within his snowy white features, and when he speaks in Latin tongue, I know I am in safe company. Mother and Father says we are family and that I can trust anyone that shares our blood, but even though I am a puppy and I don’t necessary understand how the world turns…something in my head is telling me I cannot trust him. I bring the frog closer to me, keeping it below my head as I speak with a matter of fact tone…just because I am a predator doesn’t mean I have to kill everything in sight.

”Nolo interficere ... ita non est, non indiget ad manducandum mori”
“I do not want to kill it…it is not meant to be eaten so it does not need to die.”

My golden head turns to the side to see a larger wolf of black and white, with eerie eyes, looking at me. I am not pleased that she had decided to follow me. I do not need to be watched over or looked at. I am free to go where I please, because nothing bad is ever going to happen. I mean look, I am in a safe place. I’m not quite sure where that is, but I am not in a place where I am going to die, this I know. I swish my small white tail in annoyance as she approaches me. I do not wish to be scolded. Yet when she aims her paw at my frog, I stand on my four paws in the mud, my back arched as my snowy and tan hide bristles. I low growl escapes as I make a snap for her paw that had dared to harm my frog. My ears turn back, flat against my crown, my bright sapphire eyes, speckled with amethyst narrowed. My light voice sounds much darker as I protect my frog.

“Quod tibi non liceat tangere amicum.”
“It is my friend…and you are not allowed to touch it.”

Lowering my head I quickly snatch the frog, carefully, in my mouth and turn around making a break for the creek. As my big paws carry me towards the bank, I notice the mud splashing behind me, some of the mud landing on my snowy white coat. Surely Mother would be okay with me being dirty, if I explained that a family member and a pack wolf was trying to make me kill a frog. I know I will have to get a bath from her, but it would be worth it. As I near the creek I toss the frog into the water allowing it to swim to freedom in the cool depths. Turning my golden crown towards the other two, my snowy and muddy fur remain bristled as I glare at them, I try to add a bite to my tone. I don’t want to be around them anymore.

Post non opus spectatur sic abire.”
“I don’t want need to be looked after, so just…go away.”