Winter is over now, and there's so much more colour for my eyes to take in. This time I'm out on my own, of my own accord and maybe for once of my own want as well. I know that my friend will worry when she realizes I have left while she searched for something for us to eat, my multi hued gaze wandering over the landscape. For some reason I find myself really appreciating the beauty of it all, for once I don't mind being alone. I'm two years old now- hardly a puppy, I feel no need to be hiding behind my sisterly protector, though I appreciate the way she had never let me down. She's of fire fury and strength-my dear sister is, and yet she knows how to tame her own fires, I see the way her amber gaze softens when she looks at me, but I also have seen the bared fangs of anyone who would come across as a threat to me. Everything seems to make sense to me now, Mikoto was not my sister but a self appointed guardian angel, and I thank her for it. My soft facial features lift to the sky momentarily, sending a prayer of thanks skywards for letting an angel stay on earth with me, to save my life, to keep me alive, and for making a sister of her and not a replacement mother.

Perhaps a two year old female such as me is more at risk when alone, after all compared to most wolves I have seen around I am tiny and dainty, I usually see taller wolves with at least a spread of athletic muscle to make them formidable fighting forces. And here I am-some tiny little white coated girl, blanketed in auburn and black, yes the tri colured girl witrh a coat of plush softness. So fragile and dainty that she surely cannot survive on her own, that's how they must see me, and indeed I am no stranger to the dangers that lurk for lone wolves. This must be why dear friend Mikoto watches over me, because the other stronger wolves would go with their instincts. They'd want to rape me around the times of winter to produce offspring, or maybe just because I catch their fancy, winter or not. The instinct of a loner or mad wolf are unpredictable, and yet resisting instinct's urges come easily to me. My tri colured coat is given to pause in the shade of a lovely pine tree, and moments tick by as I gaze at the goings ons around me. The serenity stretches for many moments, peace and calm welling up within me even more than the usual, the love of just being at peace thrumming through my body, as I simply stand at complete ease, unaware of any disturbance that may happen.