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I wonder what the other wolves in Glorall are up to right now. I wonder how life has changed since I left. I know from scouting the borders that Tesseract is still in charge. That's good since I liked him. He was the one training me. I look forward to seeing him again but at the same time, I'm nervous. What if he's disappointed in me for leaving? I don't blame him for being angry. I should have stayed na dcontinued my training. I'd probably be a diplomat's apprentice by now or even better, already in a diplomatic position! I grow excited at the prospect. I wonder if I'll run into any Glorall woles out here in the fields. Or maybe even wolves from the other packs. That would be good research. If I can get on better terms with other packs, maybe that'll count toward brownie points for me when I return to Glorall. I wag my tail, looking around as if another wolf will just pop up out of nowhere. I could always look for another loner and tell them how great Glorall is. I might even get a recruit to come back with me. That should count for something with Tesseract, right? When I hear the rustle of grass behind me, I spin on my haunches quickly, looking toward the black, white, and red wolf that approaches. I inhale her scent and my nose wrinkles. Ew, that putrid smell of the swamp! I would know it anywhere. That foul smelling boy Viora used to hang out with smelled the same way. I wonder if he's still around. Hopefully he doesn't wipe any of that on her or we'll definitely not be on speaking terms. I try to compose my features as she arrives though, not wanting to seem rude. Just because she's from Iromar doesn't mean she's bad, right? I've heard the rumors about demons and angels and such. I practically grew up on them like bedtime stories. But I believe that there is good in everyone. Yes, even the wolf who killed mom. At her question, I tilt my head, ears flickering uncertainly. After my last encounter with a stranger, can you blame me for being hesitant? But she seems to be okay. Her body language isn't harsh or unfriendly. In fact, she looks rather welcoming. That could be a mask but I want to believe the latter. Deciding to put a good face on myself, I wag my tail and give her a small smile as I prick my ears. I shrug my shoulders lightly. "Well I kind of just arrived back in Moladian a few weeks ago so I haven't really run into anyone besides my sister and my.....mom." I duck my head, saying the word in a whisper as I clench my jaw. I guess it'll be hard to say that for a while anyway. Hopefully it'll get better cause Tesseract might ask about her. I look back up, trying to meet her eyes as I clear my throat. "Um, I'm Tristan. What's your name?" Tristan.male.4 years old.son of Enigma & |