She was a pretty little girl, this new comer. I notice the red hue of her fur and her miss matched eyes that were mildly captivating to look at. I can’t say I really ever paid attention to such things before, to be honest, I showed little interest even in the two girls I had suspected to be my imprints. Perhaps not though, it seemed those feelings faded as fast as they came, they never sought me out and I felt no pull like everyone described. Whatever the case was my heart was mine to give even if my soul didn’t agree. I was not really of noble blood, not of the mountain at least. I had heard from my real aunt that my father apparently was an alpha alongside my grandfather, and my half-brother, apparently, used to be alpha of Glorall. I could care less about my real blood. My aunt was the only one who attempted to get to know me but it seemed she was gone. In my time in Diveen I saw no sign of her though I knew that was her place of living when I had met her in the free lands. It mattered little. I will be respectful to those who show it to me, and Gaia so far has shown me nothing but that.

It helped that I did not view her as a lowly pup as she expected me too. She was a valued member of our pack and a wolf that deserved every respect as any other, why should I treat her as some lowly creature? I couldn’t help but to be sure she was comfortable here though, being a loner and adjusting to the bustling life of a pack, I imagined, could be difficult. My visage turned musing as she spoke saying her back legs bothered her and didn’t move well. I was curious and I felt a little bad that such a condition made her life more difficult than it needed to be. The mountains, though my home, were unkind to those who were weak and I worried that they would take her all too soon from us if the winter were to turn particularly vicious. I wonder if Niviaq has a cure for such a thing, or even Daenerys’ imprint Meryl. I hear he is one of the best healers in Moladion, or perhaps that is simply the biased opinion of my sister. Though I can’t deny he did a wonderful job patching her up after her fight with that bitch of Purge’s.

”I see, have you thought to see our healer Niviaq? She is a kind woman, I am sure she will do whatever she could to make your legs better?” Perhaps I am a little naïve in this. Again the mountain takes any and all that are weak from us, so I am not used to seeing wolves such as Gaia live to adulthood. My face brightens though happy to hear she has someone, family, taking care of her and making sure she is fed if she cannot hunt here. ”That is good that your brother takes care of you. Having family must be… nice.” I know Daenerys and Ceal care for me as their brother but it is saddening that my own blood all left me long ago. My face falls unbidden for a moment before my songlike voice once again takes over though and my visage resumes a neutral look.

”My favorite place?” I say lightly, now that is a hard question. ”Follow me, it isn’t what most expect, but it is where I like to be. I didn’t no she was worried that it was too bold a question. Really it wasn’t anything much there are many scenic places I could take her but she asked for my favorite place. I continue down the mountain and into the forest motioning for her to follow. I was not sure why she looked away it honestly confused me. Perhaps I scare her, I am quite a large imposing figure I suppose which was wonderful for my enemies. But for her I hoped I could be something different, perhaps someone she too could learn to depend upon as she did her brother.

~ Calls No Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~