I wish Mother never made a promise to Andras that I must stick with the pack. I’m not sure if Mother did it because she wanted me close to Father or if she thought it was good for me. I knew she didn’t want me. That was far too obvious. But I really thought Father did. Iromar isn’t so bad. I mean, I’ve gotten used to the sticky and hot weather, the bugs that would bite, and the solitude I received, but I don’t think that is how I’m supposed to live. I’m happy Andras gave me this task. I was delighted when he allowed me in his presence. Finally, someone to notice me even for a little bit, it was…addicting. Maybe if I climbed the ranks a little bit I could put some distance from myself and my Father’s lowly reputation. Mother did not want me to be weak like him and she made sure that whatever doubt, or fear I had it was squashed out. I guess it is a good thing? Though I cannot help but feel a little bit frightened about trying to step into the pack without proper permission. If Mother was here she would accept what he said and gone off to do what she needed to do…but Mother was a bit bigger than me and a whole lot more experienced when it came to fighting other wolves. My thoughts on whether I should just enter or leave was dashed away by his inquiry about my time in Iromar. I don’t want to tell him everything, but maybe I can tell him a snippet, that would be fair enough, right?

“I don’t think I can. Mother didn’t want me so she made a deal with our Alpha. I belong to him. Wouldn’t I be a terrible daughter if I took part in breaking her promise?”

Haunted violet eyes swirled with ice blue simply stared back somberly into his golden eyes. I don’t think it was a bad question to ask, but I don’t think my answer was in as much detail or personal as he might want it. He’s one of the first wolves I’ve actually been able to chat with. Most of the time it’s simple small talk, or gruff short comments that meant my presence was not wanted. I know my earlier comment about me dying was such a morbid statement and I am glad he didn’t press so much on it, the simple shrug he made was sufficient. However, my need for water has only intensified. I am not used to speaking this much or this long and my throat is so very dry. I lift my ebony cranium one more time, my skull pivoting checking for any signs that someone else was around. Tentatively I take a step forward over the invisible lines, my shoulders tense as I felt my frame flinch as if anticipating for someone to come along and stop me. However, no one did, and for this I was somewhat grateful. I need information to bring to Andras and I hope Galileo can help me. As I relax a little bit, standing in the boundaries of Spirane, looking to him as I give him my offer.

“The loner lands I’ve grown accustom to…I visit Mother there. I could come in…hopefully no one will be too upset. Maybe…if I stay around here for a little bit I could take you to the loner lands, maybe help you find someone that has seen or knows about this red land?”

I tried giving him a kind smile, but I am not sure my troubled face was capable of doing such a thing, so I resorted into my tail swaying side to side gently…I’m trying to show friendliness. I just hope I don’t look stupid. I stand waiting for him to start to show me around and hopefully get to some sort of water source.