I’m not really sure if my Mother holds any love for me. I mean she let me live which was nice of her. I was allowed to stay at her side within the den, even when I got out of the nursing stage. I think she did that only because the gators were getting a bit too close to the den. Maybe part of the deal she made with Andras was to keep me alive. Perhaps I should be grateful that I was simply made all for some sort of deal. Iromar needed more members and Mother needed to get her imprint off her back. Well, I guess you could say she got on her back, but I really shouldn’t be this cheeky. Point is, I’m here whether Mother wanted me or not and the fact that I am still breathing speaks that I was meant to survive. I thought my Father would be a little bit more affectionate with me. I mean he seemed all excited when I was born, always eager to say hello and spend time with me. But then one day he went poof and I haven’t seen him sense. So, maybe I wasn’t really wanted. That’s okay I guess.

As I sit quietly waiting for someone to come my crimson ears twitch when I heard the sound of paws scuffling on frost. Puzzled I tilt my cranium to the side as I notice a tawny looking fellow attempting to go down an incline with big paws. I lift my bloodstained banner up and down against the ground in reply to his own tail waving. I can’t say I’m overly excited to meet him. I mean, I was hoping someone way older would come greet me, because well I need information. If I cannot be wanted by my parents’ maybe I can get my pack to want me around. They leave me alone. I know I don’t try to go and meet them. Mother said I wasn’t supposed to trust anyone. Trusting others was a threat on my life. Why Mother seems to see the world with cruelty only affirms my hopes that I will not be like her in that mindset. As he sits before me, my own intense violet eyes stare into his golden ones. I think he is supposed to talk first. I’m the visitor. Wasn’t he supposed to say something like welcome speech and some sort of introduction, I hope he goes first. It would make things easier I think. Though I remain stoic, internally grateful to hear him speak, his short greet is responded with a nod. I’m not really used to talking, no one really talks to me and so I don’t have any use for my voice. I’m a bit timid to speak up. I think because I haven’t used my voice I am sure I must have lost it, but I don’t want to find out if that is true or not. As soon as he opens his mouth once more I relax slightly. He speaks true that I have followed proper protocol. I came with no intention to harm and I did not trespass. Though I do not think he is correct on one thing. Nodding my head again I lower my skull slightly putting it at his height since he is a bit smaller than me. As my jaw drops, my voice is slightly horse all because I haven’t used it in so long.

“I’d like to come in, but I do not think a pup like you has the authority to let me in…so I think it is best if I stay on this side until someone allows me in.”

As I speak and hear my voice I quickly go silent. I did not like the sound of my voice and I wish I could sound much nicer. I take a soft inhale and exhale as I feel my throat itch in need of water. Though I try not brighten my soft cool tone, but it seems I inherited the coldness in my voice from Mother, but still I sound much nicer than she could ever be.

“Besides I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble, Galileo, and you can call me Raven.”

And I hope you can be helpful to me in more ways than one.