Now that I know what happened to the young she wolf that stands before me, I can understand her reaction better. She is untrusting and suspicious as is to be expected. She was attacked, by her own grandfather, I hear. I cannot imagine someone of flesh and blood doing that but then, I am still so new to this world and its many mysteries. Would dad ever attakc his own kin? Would mom? Is anything impossible? Tobias attacks wolves and I don't know his reasons. Devil attacks and I don't know his, but somehow, I will find out. It makes sense for her to look at me like an enemy when her trust in others has been smashed so suitably. I know that she is royal blood. She is the daughter of Kane and Isola, king and queen of Diveen. I hear the stories in Taviora of their rich blood lines. I am from a smaller bloodline since I am from the only litter of Moth and Coza, probably the only litter they'll ever have.

I don't get arrogant or anything because of this. I like to think of myself as humbled, even though I am quite ambitious about my future. I just can't let anyone else know that right now. She stands like a princess with her head high and looking every bit like she could take down an ox. I can see her scars from here, the fresh marks from Devil and I wish to look at them further but of course that would be rude. I know she must think it odd to find a wolf here of all places. It must not look good on my part to be found checking out the bloody place where a wolf attacked another in innocent blood. Once I explain, she lowers her head somewhat as if she feels a little bad about it so I offer a smile to let her know no harm was done.

I'm sure she won't like the fact that word has traveled of the attack. She must be embarrassed but I don't think she has a reason to be. Sure, she was defeated but how could she have won? Devil is three times her size easily and much older and stronger. He's also an experienced killer, or so I've heard. An assassin in his younger days, a king in his prime, undefeated, and an elder known for his trips off the deep end that usually end in bloodshed. I know about Vidar, Lokii, and Ruvindra, victims of his last heartache. He's unstable and he takes it out on others. That's not her fault. I'm sure she was brave. I'm sure she held her own. The blood doesn't lie and it shows that she was no weak pup clinging to the ground for dear life. She was fighting for her life and that's more than most in her position would have done.

I'm sure she must have someone healing her. Should she really be out and about with her injuries? I know its none of my business to ask and I would probably only offend her if I were to bring it up. I know she must be proud of her bloodlines. Who wouldn't be? I wonder if she wants the throne when her parents step down. I hear there's already someone in line for it, an heir, the firstborn son of Kane and Isola. There's rumors of his first litter this year after taking a mate in the fall. When I ask about what happened, she growls and my tail lowers accordingly, ears drooping as my head lowers in apology. I never meant to anger her. I prick my ears however at her words as she starts to explain. I nod in understanding.

"Wrong place, wrong time, I guess. It doesn't justify what he did but you survived. That says a lot about you."

I offer a smile again, wanting her to know that I see no reason why we can't be friends. I could use a few of those. I wonder how she feels about her grandfather now. She might be scared of him and I don't blame her, after what he did. It's natural to be terrified after you come so close to death by the jaws of someone you know, the jaws of someone you're supposed to be able to trust. She looks almost sad about the whole thing, like she blames herself or something. Surely she wouldn't. How could she? None of it was her doing. She tilts her head as I ask about her wounds, her gaze curious. When she starts toward me, I stiffen a little in surprise since I wasn't expecting her to actually come closer. At her words, my ears flicker uncertainly.

"Really? I've never seen such fresh scars."

If she were to look close enough, she might see the flicks of awe and eagerness in my eyes. I've only seen the aftermath of battles in the blood on the ground. I have yet to see the fresh marks left in anger. She stops in front of me and lowers her head, her tail lowered to let me know it's okay to come closer. After a moment of hesitation, I do just that, stepping closer so I can slowly circle her, looking at all her marks. I don't dare them, not wanting to cause her any pain. I flick an ear toward her as she gives me her name, Calliel, and ask for mine. I smile again and stop before her to let her know I'm done inspecting.

"I'm Dexter, second son of Moth and Coszcotl."

I glance back at her scars, scowling a bit.

"Do they hurt?"