Is he not aware that I am indeed not a normal wolf. I am not just some mongrel from the longer lands or the product of some lowly ranked wolf. The blood that runs through my veins are Kings and Assassins, the Angel mark clearly marked on my chest claims that I am above the rest. But just because I am above everyone else doesn’t mean I have to act like it. As Mother and Father would want, I must be humble and I am. But really…you should know better. I am being most kind to allow the brute to circle me, as he would with prey, doing everything that I possibly could to now swing around and attack him. Father and Grandfather would not want me ever in such a threatening position as I am putting myself in now, but a part of me truly believes he would not hurt me- he would be pretty damn stupid if he did. My bright eyes notice how he simply stares, his eyes holding curiosity and awe as his eyes continue to roam over my form. I am Heyel’s own granddaughter and although I have never ever gave a damn about my appearance, all of a sudden I am thinking that I am hoping my fur is lying down flat and neat. I would hate him to think that I am hideous. Perhaps Mother and Grandfather have a point when it comes to being well-groomed. I should seriously fix this error when I get the chance, perhaps Mother will be willing to teach me. I am quite a hyperactive creature, but with these wounds I find myself wanting to take it easy. My attention so very easily swayed is focused on him as he begins to teach me what he sees in the blood. I cannot help, with sway my tail side to side slowly nodding some, looking at the blood, content to see that he understands what happened.

“This is good…I need to know all I can to be an assassin.”

I am sure it might be a surprise that I have already chosen the profession I wished to take. I have already been informed by my Grandfather Heyel that he is to be my teacher and I am so very grateful. I guess he heard me well when I spoke up, about not wanting to be just another royal pup or a forgotten face. I want to become something good and great for my pack. I already know what rank I wish to have and I will do everything I can to achieve it. This lesson about studying blood, I think, will be beneficial for me in the long run. My golden ears remained pointed at him as he attempts to console the dark thoughts that have been spinning in my head. Grateful for his words, I lie my golden crown between my snowy white paws giving off a heavy sigh. Blood is blood, this is very true, and even though mine was spilt, that black beast was still a creature I was supposed to respect in some sort of fashion. Yet there is a part of me that is now worried. If blood is blood…that means things must be passed down. Concerned, my bright blue eyes look into his own, my snowy plume curled beside me as I whisper my inquiry.

“If he is blood…does that mean if I get very hurt and angry I’ll do that too?”

If there was something that I was supposed to inherit in my blood I am hoping that I will never act like that to anyone of my pack, at least, not if they deserved it. I have never seen Devil be beside another other than his imprint and Grandfather Heyel and I find it a very lonely life. I have heard that some wolves grow sick in the head when they are not close to another, be it pack or friend. I am gravely concerned now that I have no friends to call my own, just a very large pack and a brother that hardly ever wanted anything to do with me. I lift my golden crown some as I tilt it to the side looking at the Prince from Taviora. I do not smell many scents on him and I wonder if he too gets lonely sometimes. Feeling the throbbing of pain along my shoulder and flank I remain lying down on the ground, enjoying the comfort the frozen snow brings to my underbelly as I shyly turn my head away, speaking gently.

“Dexter…do you wanna be friends? I don’t really have any, but I’d like to be your friend…if you want.”

I am not a bashful creature, but I cannot help, but look away from him as if afraid he would reject my offer of comradery. I may be training to be an Assassin and I know I cannot have a close companion, seeing as they would get in harms way of my work, but maybe I could just have one trusted friend.