I found it still most stressful that my son is gone. I only wish to see him again, for my one good eye to catch sight of his dark form once more. I know I cannot step foot into Spirane, I know I cannot invade and I just feel too...unsure to attract any attention. I do not know for certain if he is there, but it is certainly a possibility, a possibility I cannot scout as I can the freelands.

That is why I wander in the Aplos Riverside right now. My dark grey paws carry me through the trees, on the side of the river closer to Spirane. My fur is a complete mess despite Everchime's efforts to keep it in check. I am simply a once-handsome wolf now torn asunder, with my ear torn off and one eye missing. It was never an eye that could see to begin with, but I still did value that I looked...normal at least.

I stick to the shadows, for I am a create meant to be there. I blend well with the darkness, and I am not a creature that shines well in the light. I am best watching my children from afar, as forgotten and ignored as shadows are at times. I blend into the environment with my hunched over frame. I am always...uncomfortable out in the freealands, yet I visit them often ever since Sven disappeared. It was around this area where a beast most vicious came and took away my ear. A member of Diveen, my very own pack at the time. Really, deep down, it was hard for me to trust anyone. I have known so much cruelty in my life, and I know that evil lurks around every corner.

My frame comes to a halt close to Spirane, and my one good eye looks into the packlands with longing. Is he out there? In this land where I do not step foot? Or perhaps he is elsewhere, in Iromar or further off. I sigh as my head lowers a bit. I have failed him, this I know. I have failed him and it will always weight heavy on my heart. I frown as I look at my paws, images of my sons flashing in my head. I feel so distracted and lost, and I begin to shake with complete and utter sadness.