I rested in silence for a time after I had made my kill, I was tired for certain though still after a break I drag my meal closer to myself, grabbing the small goat by its hind leg and yanking it towards myself. I wonder where my parents and siblings have gone, why they have left the mountain as they had. It sits on me that maybe they had a falling out with Alcide and MoonGlow or perhaps left when Purge had taken over and had yet to hear the news that our formal alpha’s daughter had taken control. Or perhaps it was merely the fact that she had that they had left? I could theorize this for days. I just know they decided to become wanders when they had found me in the Woodlands a few months ago and I haven’t seen them since. They wanted us to be together as a family, but in reality I could never have such a thing ever again.

Before I am ready to partake in my meal I hear the soft fall of steps upon the slopes near my families old den. My ears twitch, grey and white head turning to look at the girl with bright icy blue eyes. I do not rise, there is no reason she is small, just a little over half of my own great height. My tail flicks, not amused though I hold no real displeasure in my features. I had asked for solitude while I was here, and thankfully I had been given just that until this point. I expected someone to talk to me though and it seems finally someone decided upon themselves to ‘grace’ me with their presence. I was secretly hoping no one would, that the woman Natu had taken my word for it and was going to let me leave once my time here was over. Though it seemed that was not the case after all. She introduces herself as a Spirane Emissary, Lavender, the name means nothing to be to be honest but based on her job my suspicions were correct, she was here to try and talk me into staying.

”Time heals all wounds.” I say rolling my scarred shoulder and leg, feeling the skin pull tight to where the demon infected bear had laid paw on me. If she though I wolf had caused this wound she obviously had never been in a fight before. ”Fights for your life often are not good. Or any fight. All fights are terrible.” I state flatly my voice sounding worn out and tired. Already I tire from the company of the girl, stating what clearly is obvious. She comes here though not armed with my name which surprises me if she was sent here. Perhaps it is a lie to better get me to open my mouth about myself.

”My parents called me Ragnarok.” I say so far she seemed to like having information restated at her, if she was already armed with the knowledge, so why not continue? Really though I don’t want to waste both of our times, it is almost night, the time which demons emerge stronger than ever already I am worn and wishing for peace and I truly do not wish to waste her time on me. ”What do you want Emissary of Spirane?” Cut to the chase we don’t have time for this.