The last time I wandered from the safe haven of my home, I was greeting with a friendly stranger and another that was not so warm. I do not know for certain if all the wolves outside of Glorall are filled with a raging bloodlust, but I know my family never seems to particularly mention it. Perhaps that was just that time, and perhaps I just need to stretch my growing legs. I always enjoy the constant lullaby of the ocean, a sweet song of wonder to my ears, but I seek something new on this day...something fresh.

I had crossed rivers, tread across the field as I passed by the land of Diveen, where the Angels roam. I know I cannot go explore such a land, and I only have mild interest in it anyway. I march through the grass turning golden, glancing over at the land of Heavens with my orbs of mysterious dark lavender and blue. I move forth through the grass, like a black curtain laced in silver and red thread. I move in a way quick and fluid. I am built to move like the wind unhindered, my legs growing longer and longer. I seek the land of trees on this day. I want to see what lurks in the thick smell of pine.

The field eventually turns into a sight of trees growing more dense. My ears of black are long and sleek, and I keep them well aware of the sounds around me. I hear the caw of ravens, the cheery song of small birds, and the sound of dry grass grinding against itself. I always listen for the sound of another that might try to creep upon me, always more wary and conscience away from my home. I am used to the sound of the ocean as a sort of white noise, and the lack leaves me...hyper aware. I do not know if this is a good or bad trait, but it is what it is.

I step lightly as the trees begin to tower above me. It is the morning, the sun has yet to rise completely into the air, but it is getting close. I wanted a good amount of time to explore for myself, and I do plan to go back home on this night. The forest floor is covered in long leaves of pine. I walk into the world so different, my eyes wide and curious. My nose lowers as I inhale the scent of a place so foreign. My eye glimmers as I catch sight of something odd a brown thing that lay upon the earth. I approach it, and I do not know it now, but it is a seed of the pine trees. Pine cones, I will learn, is what they are called, but for now, I lower my jaw and gently bite at it. It is quite hard, quite unappealing. I lift my head up, pawing at it once and watching it roll away until it hits a root. Hm. Strange place.

I examine the root more carefully, and I find that it is a very large thing. The trees here are all very large, and I cannot image what it must be like to be above within them. I notice that there is a space between the earth and root, and my...younger curiosity seems to take grasp of my paws. I dig into the ground, making space for my form to crawl under and look out the other side. My eyes are now flush with the forest floor, and I am made aware of the small little worlds that exist right at my paws every day. I blink as I watch tiny creatures toy with things much larger than themselves, insects they are called, and I find them most odd. I am content to watch these creatures go about their day on the forest floor, watching under the root that I barely even fit under.