My run in with the Iromarian wolf had been interesting. I am supine, sun bathing taking in the last sunlight before winter rolls around once more taking life from the lands. Winter had to be my favorite season, but autumn was a close second. It wasn’t the colors, it was the scramble that entertained me the most watching things of all shapes and sizes scurry around trying to find a mate or supplies so they can last the harshness coming upon us. Sure, summer had only just ended but it was as if the very first leaf to become discolored sent everyone into a frenzy. Me? Not so much. Winter was by far the most interesting season for me. I would find and prey upon those who were out gathering or frolicking about trying to find a mate. My heat proved useful for drawing in targets it seemed, at least it was useful for something. I found it most entertaining when some hormone crazy male would come scampering towards me only to find out I am not so interested in him leaving his throat torn out and blood all over the ground. That was my idea of fun and that was only my first winter as a full blown adult. Surely this winter could also be just as amusing.

I scratch my black ear with one of my white toed paws, the russet-brown in my pelt rippling with each movement before a large yawn of boredom escaped my maw. If Anselm was here I wouldn’t be bored. I was sure of it though it has been some time since I had seen his rather large figure about. Perhaps I should find him? Surely he couldn’t be getting into too much trouble? I suppose he is just as mysterious as ever though I do wish he would quit skulking around that forest girl. Don’t think I didn’t notice how recently he had been haunting the area he even went into that pack after her. It didn’t take long for me to glean together and figure out what was going on. Hrmph! The little princess was best to watch out and not find me when he wasn’t lurking so near or else she might befall a terrible fate.

Perhaps I talk big. I would never think to rip apart something he actually liked I guess, nor a fragment of himself. Though I certainly wouldn’t feel the same if he decided to do that to my imprint, though I figure him being his brother stops him from following through. Whatever the case was, for now I was content with laying here listening to those annoying birds chirp and those tree rats bark and fight over whatever it was they fought over perhaps Anselm would grace me with his angelic presence today, if not, well I would find him I was tired of being separated from my Angel.