Sadly I do not think I was meant to be something. I know I was not wanted. This I know. Somehow I just…knew when I was around his age and I simply continued to believe it even now before I reach the age of two. Mother did not want me. That much was very clear. I mean Mother didn’t even want an imprint and yet she got the lowest of the low and he wouldn’t leave her alone. Perhaps giving him a pup would appease him and even better for her, she could simply leave the pup to his pack. I was born and although she nursed me and stayed around as soon as I was weaned and the first leaf fell…summer was over and fall began. She left me just as she promised she would to Andras. Though she had given me permission to come find her. After all just because I wasn’t wanted didn’t mean she wouldn’t provide me some small sort of aide. I mean I was a part of her. Though my presence within her company was only tolerated for a small amount of time, but it was enough to provide me some small form of comfort. Though with no expectation and no clue as to what I wanted to become I simply kept to myself. If I was truly wanted around I am sure my Father wouldn’t have abandoned me. But he did. He left even before Mother did. Although I lived in a pack no one seemed to look twice at me and so I fended myself. I don’t have a direction on what I want to take for myself I have no desire or dream. Well, maybe one tiny dream. But it is silly to dream such a dream, but I hope one day it could come true. I tilt my head to the side as he suggests the topic of our discussion. It is not why I came here and I am sure Andras would be upset if I told him the weather report of Spirane.

“The weather seems nice up here. I am used to feeling hot and sticky…it is no fun.”

Seeing how no one else would be making an appearance I’ve decided to fall back on my previous words. I need to get information and no one said it was going to be easy or be without risk. As I start to stand my weak voice comes out softly, still cracking form being used. I would move slowly over the invisible line, my tail and head lowered. This was not my home and I know I am not safe here. I know the boy will be a yearling come Spring and even he isn’t big enough to stop someone from attacking me. My crimson ears swivel atop my ebony cranium as it tilts, the sunlight brightening the crimson diamond shaped like mark in the middle of my forehead.

“I promise to take the blame…you are just a pup and they will forgive you I am sure, but as for me, well I could possibly die and maybe…that isn’t such a bad thing.”

My banner sways gently as I simply stand there not really knowing where to go. My mouth is getting dry and I know I need to drink something if anything perhaps it might help me get my voice back. Intense violet eyes specked with icy blue shift towards his own golden eyes as I shake my head. I have not seen or heard of such a place.

“No, I haven’t seen any land that is red and flat, but can we go somewhere and get a drink…it hurts…to talk.”