It is one of those intervals in which I am simply just free roaming with no motive or task in mind as is the usual case for venturing from my den, such as hunting or scouting, and collecting bits of intel here and there. Today is free time or time to just explore and let my mind wander and it's a day where no problems plague my mind.

All three years of my life I have lived alone, fending for myself and defending my scattered dens, I have always been callled a heartless bastard by those who got to know anything of me, and yet I am perhaps like every other lone wolf who cares little for attachments in others, silent and ever ready to kill at the slightest disturbance and never allowing anyone to become close, I had learned to fight at a decently young age, and trained myself tirelssly in attack stealth and defense, making sure my dark silver eyes always betray nothing, that they are always sharp and cold. Always willing to attack those who infringe in my way of life, after all it's survival of the fittest and I will only ever look after myself. To everyone I'm just the three year old loner male with a black coat and for all intents and purposes I'm a fleeting shadow to them. I prefer things as they are now, forever the black fleeting shadow in the lands of lone wolves, never targeted for any reason at all. It is not long before I'm granted with quite a strange sight, and almost in an instant I hate the fact it exists. A huge abnormal glaringly obvious wolf meeting.

My shadowy black form weaves around the wolves lingering at the outskirts, the corners of my lips beginning to curl up in a show of annoyance bordering on aggression. My ears perked at a few words spoken before they flattened to my skull, and deep down I wonder why these stupid gatherings keep happening. Do I have to kill someone to get my displeasure across? I am honestly considering killing the next one who eyes me, just because their stares irk me.

My pace quickens as I weave through them in order to get back to my den. I am momentarily stopped by a rather odd and sudden thought, the silver star like specks around my eyes seeming to have drawn the eyes of a few wolves, and I know exactly why. Rumours say that Azrael and Andromeda of Diveen have star speckled children, a few of them had black coats like me, perhaps they think that I am one of them. How silly.