Istas wasn’t sure what to make of the world anymore. Since Naberius had died nothing changed, no retribution for the Prince’s death, though then again, what could they do? He was the one seeking the King of Diveen’s head, he had gone there on some hair brained mission to earn glory for his family. Really, they were lucky all of Diveen didn’t come bearing down upon them to simply wipe out the pack. They were outnumbered, so many Diveen wolves were in that pack, so many scents, more than Istas had ever encountered in one place before. It was nothing like the swampland of Iromar. He hated them! The Angels! They made him feel so weak and made them look weak but what could they do? Peace was the sensible option and Istas wasn’t about to go running in over a torn up heart. He was scared. They killed him so easily killing Istas, who had not a lick of fight in him? That was pointless, if the caught him they would tear him up like a rabbit.

He sighed happy at least that he had gained the rank he had desired since his third year. Finally he was an official spy for Iromar. Their Vigilax. He knew he would serve Andras as long as he could, why, he wasn’t so sure. Vain was set to take their father’s position apparently he could dream as their father had. Istas thought maybe he did too, but he wasn’t certain. He never asked, his father never asked. Perhaps he didn’t have it in him and his father already knew. It didn’t matter, this spying business worked fine for him and it would continue to be his job until proven otherwise.

His white eyes went over the riverside, he stayed, generally, fairly far from water, at least a comfortable distance so he wouldn’t have to swim. Though he was nearing a bit closer today, not because he particularly wanted to be close to water just a familiar, drawing, musk filled the white boys nose one that caused his heart to race in his chest then the familiar site of a short male met his white eyes one that he, personally, shouldn’t know, but one he most certainly did. Renegade.

He knew that Never was a disguise, he saw right through it somehow, he had let him too close surely that was all, but he still thought Never was a girl. Should he… continue that? Would he know? His white eyes were a betraying trait for sure but he wasn’t the only wolf around with them, his father and brothers for example all had them. But the thick curly fur, slender body….. the only thing that was thickly changed was his scent and lack of black markings. Well it was worth a shot.

”Hello there.” His voice sounded like a younger boys, higher pitched no gruffness to it but still decidedly masculine, ”This is a strange place to rest.” He knows Renegade sides with no pack, though he has the angels’ colors coat did not determine everything. After all, Istas was a pure white wolf living in Iromar. Still he was a bit curious of the other male would do now presented with him, himself. He liked Never would he like Istas too? He knew the answer, he wouldn’t get any flirting like this, not like last time where he was able to press himself into the male and get some contact and affection. No, he knew it just didn’t work like this, it never did.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why