I have never stepped over my home before without my parents’ permission. Even though I act like a rebel, I am still a bit mindful of my actions. This is a true testament to the amount of love I have for my parents, even if I don’t act like the perfect little Princess that I am supposed to be. It was difficult for me to understand just what my Mother wanted out of me. When we would walk, side by side, I would eagerly listen to what she had to say, trying to mimic my actions, but Mother’s was fluid and gentle. I was a brash creature, a creature that didn’t have an ounce of a chance to be as fluid in my movements as my Mother. My big paws showed that I would be a giant creature, those broad shoulders and chest made it apparent that I would be strong when standing my ground. My legs were shifting now, making me appear taller as I naturally grew during the summer. Though it was clear that I didn’t look as feminine as I should be. My beautiful small features of marking and fur angles gave me a chance to at least look presentable as such. Although I belonged to such a grand and powerful family, I often found myself at odds with them. Many of my family would tolerate me for a small while, before telling my off, sometimes giving me the illusion that they would play a game- like hide and seek. Always I was offered to hide and for a while I thought I was fairly good at it, sadly it was only because they wouldn’t join in and seek me out. So, although I was taught to love my family, perhaps blood could only be so strong...it was toleration, I soon was learning, that everyone needed more of.

As I walked beside my Sister that small amount of anxiety began to creep up. The sun was starting to set and in the thick part of the woods we were in, the sun was having a difficult time filtering through. When my golden crown would look to my stunning Sister, I was in awe to see how her beautiful fur would twinkle in the dying sunlight. My own bright white fur was losing that bright glimmer to it, the sun starting to set. Although I despised my pure white coat, when I saw my reflection in the creek, when the moon’s silver rays hit my just right, I looked almost as if I had an ethereal glow about my. Although I was taught not to be vain, I always found myself staring in wonder, curious to notice I looked more like my Mother in the night. Though I didn’t know if my Mother ever saw such a thing, because if I was out too late I would be given a polite, but stern talking to about being out too late and past my bedtime. Would there ever be a chance that I could make her proud. I know Father is proud of me when we practice our sparing in the hidden long grasses, always he would correct me, kindly showing me why I was wrong instead of just telling me. I wish to tell Mother about what we are doing. From what I am told by others, Mother does not wish for me to learn how to fight, but I find that silly to believe- she knows how to…but I do not understand why she does not show me. I will need to know if I am ever going to need to protect everyone. I was a child of a mixed bloodline of Kings and Assassins, my parents and grandparents were Alphas and one day, I would be too, but I needed to learn how to be a great asset. Although I do love the night, I am still a bit frighten. I mean, I haven’t been this far away before, and I am sure Mother and Father will get after me for breaking their rules, but I am sure my Sister will speak up for me. After all, I was being well supervised and I haven’t been a problem…yet.

As she speaks, to reassure me that I am doing well, I cannot help but lift my head. My tail sways side to side, pleased to hear such a positive thing. I give her a smile, while my crimson marked fur puffs out with pride. As she bends down to lick my forehead, I gently lean in, nuzzling her. As she nudges me to continue to move forward, I follow beside her, my stride a bit more eager than usual for I want to continue to make her proud and happy. Yet once more, we continue to press onward into the depths of the woods, the darkness only increases as the sun is nearly gone. The moon would come up and filter in much better through the thick trees. As we enter a small clearing, my bright sapphire eyes look at all surroundings, I am wary. As my Sister lies down, I remain standing on all fours, my golden crown lifts as I taste the air. It is still. Concerned, I continue to look around, searching for something off, but I cannot find one. I hear her gently scold me for have self-doubt, but I am a creature that hasn’t yet figured out that I am important. I need that reminder that push, to be something great. My golden ears move when I hear the soft growl, my own snowy white fur mixed with tan and mahogany begin to bristle as it raises upwards. Father has done this to me before, growling and approaching, alerting me to be at attention and at the ready. Yet as I stand, with my fur puffed up, making me appear bigger, I notice a she-wolf approach with snowy white fur, similar to me, speckled with black and red. Red. Grandfather mentioned that wolves of white have Red on them, a mark of the Angel. But, he also mentioned there were creatures of black, with Red. I am unsure of what she is, be an Angel or a Demon, but she is painted mostly with white- perhaps she really is a True Angel…I mean, Demons used to be Angels before they fell. As the she-wolf approaches closer, I see her lowering her head, only slightly to sniff, and so I slowly move my own muzzle to her, my ears go back slightly showing that I am not a threat, but not exactly submitting. I sniff her, as she sniffs me, she smells of salt and sand, something that is foreign to me. My tail sways side to side as she speaks and I cannot help, but look to my Sister and then to the new she-wolf. As she speaks I tilt my head to the side, still curious my voice is light, but strong, not as squeaky as before.

“Yes, I am for you.”

I step forward, slowly, only out of curiosity. I don’t know if she is a True Angel or not, she hasn’t done anything to show she is, but I am very curious to get to know her a little bit more. I give her a grin, as I speak softly, my face inching a bit closer to her, but far enough to continue giving her comfortable space. I slowly say her name, allowing it to roll in my tongue, I am very pleased to hear it again and again.

“You have a pretty name…Riven…R-i-v-e-n….Riven!”

I move quietly towards her, sniffing her legs, walking around her, ever so curious. Though I am awful with my boundaries. As I circle her, I manage to come back to her front, I lower my form into a playful bow, my tail wagging back and forth. I am not sure how I am supposed to act, but I am sure my Sister will be most proud with this gesture.

“My name is Calliel…do you want to play?”

Ah, I is still a puppy…and I only wants simple things. True Angels like to play, right?