My brother, if you can call him that, is way too damn friendly. I am not one as friendly as he, perhaps this is why mother calls us yin yang halves. He fits right in Taviora, with his bright colors and flares of brightness. I am devoid of such flash and brightness, I am a sleek black as the midnight sky, touched here and there in russet, ochre, and white. Brightness here and there. Not enough to quite complement though.

I had eaten before I had ventured out today, just so I could stay out later. I had come across this strange place, a few wolf scents but none of them recognizeable or fresh. Today it seems absent of other travelers, and I am quite interested to see what is hidden inside. A half smile brought by my curiousity is on my face, something unnatural in and of itself. Tongue draws over my lips as if this adventure is a tasty meal, and indeed I am hungry for it. I was a year old and insatiable for knowledge, dark indigo eyes peer into the darkness of the cave entrance, paw steps light and steady as I enter it.

I am sure none of my family has been here. My brothe hasn't yet ventured out of Taviora, father had left before the caves opened up, nd mother never spoke of a mysterious cave, she always told us stories of where she goes. My dark indigo eyes gaze down at the cave floor momentarily, remembering the event that had shook my family. My father had left, left me and mother, not even saying goodbye. My step are soft as I continue, the sound a mere whisper of my paws against the ground, before I pause.

There is water here, and this is something that catches my interest. This is starting to seem like a good hideout to me. There would be so many good points to it, and I could be almost invisible with my black coat. In that way I could hide from those I do not want to be seen by, or chase away those who were not welcomed, or any variety of stealthy things.

Already I'm thinking over the good things and bad points, part of having a mind like mine I suppose. It has it's assets and detriments, as does everything I believe, the good and the bad, and it's just the way things work, and always have I suppose. I lower my muzzle to the water and drink as plots unfold, of the vanquishing of my brother, how I will put him in his place, and climb to the summit of glory. Yes this cave provokes my most interesting thoughts, of my life to be, at least what I envision, so I hope it's interesting.