Oh i'd been having simply so much fun at Glorall these last few weeks. I'd sparred with Tesseract and I was in the midst of working on my pack task. My eyes were on the prize of Achilles, top warrior. I would strive for nothing less, I would have nothing less. Sure I had some competition, but I was confident in my abilities and knew that Tesseract would choose the right choice; most certainly me. After all, I grew up in a place where Hell was a poor synonym, with wolves that were more murderous and formidable that iromar's demons. And even then, I was too good for my old gang, they had no honor like I did.

Something drew me out of my home, something I could not place. It was like the other day when I had walked in on the giant orgy of sorts, ahh good times. I believe these wolves called it an imprint meeting, or something along those lines. Moladion and its imprints, it was something else. It took a males soul and chained it to a female's, making him basically her personal servant. He would do anything to please her, even if he didn't want to, and he could never hurt her; She was the center of his universe. It was an intriguing idea, but I didn't necessarily want myself chained to some bitch for the rest of my existence or hers. Too much of a hassle.

Winter was such a delightful season, the females smelled absolutely extraordinary, sending my hormones raging. It had been some time since i'd succumbed to my manly desires, and winter was almost over. My white pelt, which had matched so beautifully to the surroundings, minus my red and black markings, was beginning to stick out again as the snow started to melt. Though today a lite powder of snow fell from the sky, as if winter was trying to hold its grip on the land. Oh well, life goes on.

I walked without purpose into the fields. My nose twitched with the scent of many wolves, elk, and blood; needless to say I was intrigued. So I wandered on down to the group to see what they were up to, no point in fucking hiding, that was no fun at all. I wasn't necessarily hungry, so I didn't feel like hunting, especially not with that pup wanting to join in. I grumbled, there was almost no fun to be had here. I wandered up to a good vantage point to watch the scene unfold below me, there were so many testosterone, something crazy was bound to happen. My crimson pools scanned around. Some wolves continued to chase the elk, even though some had stopped to group up. Some wolves hid. Others simply talked and watched like me, and a pair of females ate a elk calf they had caught. I waited, there would be a spark, and when it came.....boom.