Her own form touched mine, brushing against my side. I could feel her warmth, her form. It was a so delicate touch, then her muzzle was brought forward and her tongue was made to give my cheek a small and kind lick. A blush appearing under my dark fur. It was so good to see her tail wag as I told her that I would show her around. She seemed to like the idea pretty much as I did. The dark of my fur joined her own flaming red, made as fire and burn. We walked together, lighting the way where we passed. It was amazing.

Moladion is much older than myself or even the ages of the oldest wolf combined with my own. It had not always been like this. Once it had been bigger. Trees spread all across the center of the lands and even invaded a few of the packs. The forest used to rule over the lands with such glory and variety. They used to obscure the view to most of the other packs, making it harder to move between each place. Knowing our territory was a must for every wolf while these days, not truly every wolf knows of our new lands as it is now. Sometimes we live in the glory of the past. We miss how right in the center beautiful waterfalls marked our lands. Esperatia Falls it was called. Smaller streams ended right into a bigger river that fell into a majestic pool, making an ivory so pure before reaching the very bottom.

Now, after the fall of the sky, still I know the lands. It is nothing like our Old Moladion. But it is spectacular in it’s own way. The valey, where we believe the sky hit the ground not so many years ago, had become a steep ground, surrounded by smaller trees of a deep green. A peaceful river crossed the center of the entire place until it reached a pool, where it settled in calm and long waves. The trees had scattered up and down our lands and turned into smaller and dense forests. But the part that has me just so amazed every morning is the vast fields that had been created. Fields of a dark green grass delicately bending to the side with each blowing summer wind. In the spring, the sun had a different effect on the grass as it hid behind the high hills of Diveen. A delicate gleam of gold formed on the grass when the sun was just about to touch the horizon.

Each pack could be seen right from the highest part of Ruize Fields. Diveen, surrounded by smaller trees and protected from the curious eyes of strangers, while gently allowing the view of it’s highest cliffs, ascending right to the skies where the angels guarded the lands and watched upon each wolf. Glorall and it’s waters, crossing the center of the pack. The gentle waves, kissing the lands with delicate grace and a quiet soothing sound always reminded us that they are always there, open and ready to welcome any wolf in need. Iromar and it’s dark secrets, always seeming to hide in a dark fog. Obscure to the others, but always there looking for the ones who are looking for a different kind of honor. Iromar had called me king once. In the very beginning, when I was younger. Sometimes I feel responsible for the old rivalry between the pack of angels and demons.

Spirane, the great pack of big mountains. It’s strength can be seen from far away. It is right where the sun rises. It is the first to see the light of the day. Where the kind of heart, the peaceful wolves go. It has space, shelter, herbs to aid those in need of help. Taviora, the pack of the wise. The pack where we go when we want to learn. It’s high pines hide it’s deep secrets with tender care and Finally Asteraia, one of our newest packs. I don’t know much of it for I have not been there and haven’t heard much from the others. But it’s small hills tell me of a kind and loving pack. A place where we feel accepted, but most important of all. A place just and honorable. It’s plain fields are not barricaded by trees to protect it from anyone, for it has nothing to hide. For it is truthful to it’s words.

The words that left my mouth about each pack were true to my heart and kind. For indeed I loved these lands. I told her everything about the places and even how I was king to Iromar. I shared with her how the lands were. And by the end we finally got to the crags. A small place where there was not much green, but the grey of rocks. It ended in a nice rocky shore, where I stopped, allowing my paws to touch the shallow water, feeling the cold touch. The rose, still in my mouth. My muzzle lowered to put it down, close to my paws, like I did each time I told her about Moladion.

- … And this is pretty much all that these lands mean to me. How each pack is…. - My head turned to look at her - At least to me. But yes. I hope you liked the tour and that my words didn’t bore you…Heh, I’m sorry. I truly love this place.

My head turned to look at Diveen in the distance. Most of the fields blocking our view, but right at the horizon it was possible to see the two cliffs of Diveen, the highest. It was amazing. For a moment, I looked at it before allowing my gaze to shift once more to Estelle. Truly. The beauty of the lands are nothing compared to her. I know for sure, what makes the place is the wolves who live in it and having her here, just made the place perfect. Each passing hour I spent with her just made me want to be with her more and more and know about her.