He had to do something. He had failed to find the woman before Andras had simply run into her. Dammit! The one thing he was told to do and he failed! He knew his Lord didn’t like failure, or those that dawdled. He had to do something else to prove to him that he could be useful, he could be good! He had grown more over the year and now he stood at his full height though still he felt as frail as a newborn fawn he didn’t look it with his long wispy fur. He was an adult now! And sure meeting that girl changed him but he still had to find his place! He had to do something for the pack and he was starting to figure out just what it was he had to do. Just go it on his own. No tasks, just on his own and prove to Andras he had moxie drive to not wait and be ordered like everyone else was. Perhaps he wouldn’t like it, but if he didn’t well… he could run… run away very fast to Taviora and be a shame to his family.

He wouldn’t be though.

Istas was determined to do something right, Ayal had certainly put a wrench in everything but he knew she could be useful. The only girl he liked and the only one that didn’t terrify him. He wanted to find her again, speak with her. She was his imprint, he was sure of it how else could he be normal and like a girl? Boys were his flavor, he found out. He liked them, and not like just normal like them better but liked them, liked them. Too bad not many shared in that mindset. He was pretty much destined to be on his own forever heart wise… He thought, maybe he could like Ayal but still she was guyish to be certain but she still lacked the things he found better on men.

He shook his head focusing on the task at hand. If he were to be a spy he needed to learn everything he could. He learned to wash himself with certain things mixed with water to change his scent and blot out Iromar. He would roll in the pine needles of trees or flowers to mask other things and his fur was so fluffy and his figure so delicate today he figured he would wander around as someone else.

His face was marred in black he had found these rocks that had powder on them, dashing the top of his muzzle, his chin and his right ear. It smelled strange but it only did more to cover his sent. He was carefully to rub his spine multiple times but found swimming and water caused it to wash off. He needed something better… he would have to very carefully experiment but for now it was fine. He hated large bodies of water anyway… ever since nearly drowning he tended to avoid places with water. Today though he was on a mission to wander towards Diveen and see what he could find there.

He was a girl now, at least that was his plan, to be a girl. As long as no one got to touchy or nosy there was really no way of telling with his fur. He would keep his tail down as extra precaution and only squat. Any man with dignity would never do that. Good thing he was no longer really a man.

He looked around with his white eyes, innocent enough for the time being, his tail giving a pleasant wave trying to get ‘in character’ he needed a name, a story. But what? He still thought on it, thinking he may use her for a few days to come.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why