I am quite content with my snack. Although I wish it was not so easy. Thanks to my training with my Grandfather I have mastered the capability of walking without sound. Such a feat I think is unheard, especially with the unusually large size of my snowy white paws. I have always been such a loud creature when I walk and I know my bulky size and weight do not help me stay silent. Yet my Grandfather has taught me well I think? His words did were not soft. Rather they dripped with extreme severity and a bit of negativity that coiled around my pride. I wanted nothing more than to make him proud. So whatever critique he gave me I simply made sure to make him rethink his words. I wanted to prove him so badly that I was capable of doing great things. I may be a girl. My blood runs with royalty. The mark upon my chest and along my back are clear signs that I am an Angel and that I belong to such a noble bloodline…but I am foremost and always me. I wish others to recognize me as myself before they judge me otherwise on anything else.

As the white lupine approaches closer I simply continue to sway my tail limply side to side. I am okay with his presence. He had come to help me when Devil decided to attack. He was one of the first to come to the scene. I am sure I would end up much worst. I am thankful, but I do not wish to tell him. I do not want to admit that I was weak during that time. I have grown now. Come spring I will be two. I am much bigger and now with many lessons under my belt I am sure I could defend myself a bit better should Devil try again. As his Latin reaches my ears I cannot help but throw him a grin before I dive into my kill. I can feel his eyes on me though. I know what he is searching for. The wounds Devil had given me are long gone now, faded to the eye, and I intend to keep it that way. New patch of bright white fur managed to cover up the scars giving me a flawless look. I know that in this profession that I am training in I will receive scars and bruises and maybe torn limbs. But I am willing to sacrifice myself for the good of the pack. My bloodstained muzzle pulls out of the torn carcass as I tilt my head to the side speaking softly.

Maioribus semper volebat, sed scire cupio mox dicit avum. Have vos umquam occidi quid magnum est?”“I’ve always wanted to kill something bigger, but Grandfather says I will learn how soon. Have you ever killed anything big?”

I know that soon I will have to train the art of killing another wolf. Practicing on prey was getting old. I am a bit worried to go through the first time of killing another creature such as myself, but sometimes those things are needed. A wolf has to kill another wolf for all the right and moral reasons. I can live with that burden, if so, I can see my family and pack stay safe. Grandfather has killed in his past and he thinks it was done for good purpose. I believe him. Only those with twisted minds and cold hearts were capable of killing a wolf without a sense of purpose. I have heard of Tobias and I his desire for wolf flesh. He is just one of the many wolves Grandfather told me to be careful about. I notice a bright looking she-wolf bounding towards us. I simply stare as she continues to speak in a rushed manner. I know she wants to play. I too would like to, but I think training and spending much time with Grandfather has rubbed away of my…playfulness. Though I continue to eat my meal, my golden ears pointed in her direction giving her the sign that I am paying attention. I notice though that he had not given her a name and so, neither should I. At least…not yet. My tail sways side to side though in wonderment of just what game this Ravenna had in mind.