He was adjusting well to his new pack, a full season now he had been away from home and the freedom felt so free. No longer did he have his family hovering over him wondering if he was going to be okay, checking on him to be sure he hadn’t stepped off a cliff or otherwise harmed himself. His mother and father seemed to get it eventually, but even then he knew they worried. But that wasn’t the main reason he left, his ‘imperfection’ the fact that some of his family looked upon him with scorn he could feel like his grandfather and Sage. Both of them looked at him as if he were already a failure and it was time to prove them all wrong. At times he thought to goad them into saying something about him, let them say their true feelings to his face. While he had no eyes he was far from blind. He could heal, and soon he hoped to learn to fight too. Meryl taught him despite his eyes and he was grateful to his cousin for that. It gave him something to do while here in Glorall until he could figure out who would train him to fight, perhaps even learn to be an assassin perhaps. He knew he could do it if others would just stop looking at what was on his surface.

His paws found the cool sands, snow lightly covering them moist and somewhat melted with the coming end of Winter. He always hated winter… While everyone loved the peace that it brought it brought him more noise and agony. Each paw step, each twig snap, everything amplified for greater distances than ever before making traveling difficult. Hunting though was much easier for him he could hear things coming towards him for quite some time, and it was no issue for him to sit and wait and ambush his prey. A lot of trial and error, mistakes and pain. With the snow melting though that advantage was fading. Whatever, he always was good at surviving and adapting, he must be given his sight. It didn’t matter though, Winter was going away and he was happy for that. He had enough of the echoing noises steps that felt miles away and just everything. Spring, even with all the annoying loud birds, was preferable to winter….

Haziel paused at the water, letting the tide roll up onto his paws and the black and red marked wolf gave a sigh of contentment, his tail giving a wave head lifting up to feel the cold breeze on his chest. He was certain he wasn’t the only one out today, he could scent the other members of Glorall, hear them walking around, though the sound of the waves were drowning out the sound he knew they were there, but would they think to approach him? He guessed he would just have to wait and see.