I can understand my brother's boredom. I have felt such boredom before. I think perhaps it is the restrictions of youth that bring about such feelings. I imagine when we are not being given rules and restrictions by our parents due to our age, that life would become more interesting. I imagine it opens up a whole new world, or perhaps, a whole new level of boredom.

I rest easily on this day. My dark fur soaks in the rays of the ever lasting sun. I lay on my side, my head buried in gentle grass. It was a great day for a snooze. I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the world surround me. I smell the scents of summer in the air, and quite honestly I am enjoying my moments alone. Yet it does not mean that I ignore the sounds of the world around me. I hear movement, and my head lifts to see the form of my brother going off near the border of Diveen. I blink my violet and blue eyes, his lighter form blending with the glare of the sun upon my eyes. I sigh heavily. Did he not wish to be with his brother on this day?

It mattered not really. My black paws lifted my growing form from my grassy resting spot. I lope forward lazily, Judas so far in the distance at this point. I don't intend to immediately catch up, but to follow him until he comes to a slower pace. I always have been the one to stop and smell the roses, to gaze at the beauty of the worth that is set before me.

It appears that my brother wished to be a bit daring. These is a thing that wolves do, we gather and we create fictional lines. Borders of which we are not supposed to cross. My brother knows of this, and yet in the far distance he crosses anywhere. I blink, watching, and decide to simply lay among the taller grass and watch him from Glorall. He seems to disappear into view, and I would wait for his return. That is only what a good brother would do. It was no t long before I see him again, panic on his face as he crosses the river. My eyes shoot over, seeing the buffalo as he charges at my brother.

I rise to my feet, but with the direction my brother takes which was a little ways off from where I was, it would take me a moment to get there. I race forth, my form built for a slight edge on speed, and yet the course laid before me caused me to have to swerve to avoid plants and fallen logs. I speed up once it is a bit more clear, using all my might as I see Judas and the buffalo coming in closer. I do not see the other female, her trajectory starting from the other end as me. I just know I have to distract this beast from my brother. I must be the one to bear its anger and to wear scars for him. I rush past my brother, taking the buffalo head on. I had unintentionally taken the opposite side of the female, my jaws snapping at the other shoulder viciously. I hear the voice of the woman, and yet I am too focused on the beast to hear exactly what she says. The beast's head veers my way, and I jump backwards with my lips curled back in a snarl, the head clipping my shoulder and pushing me back further. The impact hurt, but I think it will merely be a bruise. Perhaps will all of us here, the beast would go back to Diveen where it belongs.