Well I am about to make it to three years old. I have been alone even before I turned one. Mother had stayed long enough to nurse me and keep me alive. Though I wasn’t protected by my own Father either. For some reason he disappeared too. Perhaps because Mother left him he needed to hide himself away. I know Mother and Father are not perfect for one another and if they had a choice, perhaps I wouldn’t have been born. Yet here I am. I guess I should thank the Fates, I mean, if my parents were not imprints to one another then I wouldn’t be here today. Although really I don’t think I have parents anymore. While I was coming hear towards the beach I made a quick stop to the Grotto. There I found my Mother is anguish and despair. Her imprint had died and I guess losing your other half is painful, even though she despised him greatly, and it saddens me that she is like this. It makes me wonder if I truly want to find my imprint. In a way, I hope I do, because maybe I will finally...nah this is too silly to ponder anymore, I know I will never get it anyways. Though I am also sad that my Alpha lost his own imprint. How it had happen I have no idea, but before I let him be to wallow in his cave he had given me a new task. I am not so sure how in the world I am going to do this, but I am going to try.

As I come along the borders of the pack that lives along the beach I can feel the change of the terra firma. My paws feel how the sand moves underneath my paws. I have a bit of a hard time getting used to this. I know I live in the swamp and everywhere I go I sink to the bottom, but this…is so, very unfamiliar and extremely hot. I manage to keep myself above the sand and manage to find firmer ground as I continue to walk for the border. The stench of unfamiliar wolves reach my nose and I instantly lower my head and tail slightly as I sit down at the invisible barrier. Quietly I sit just a few feet from the border, my form relaxed and nonthreatening. My crimson tail twitched slightly on the ground, subtly relieving my nerves as I throw my head back. A soft mournful song comes out of me, a sound that seems far too experienced to pain for such a very young life. It carries with it a tune letting the Alpha know I was here…but as I silence my song I simply put my head back in its proper place. My darkened violet eyes scan the area. My ebony fur is quite bright as it shines underneath the golden rays of the sun, I had washed all of the gunk of the swamp before I came. My crimson markings seem much darker now that I have gotten older. I may look like a Demon, but I am never called one. I do not deserve that title. That is not me, but I do seek to help my pack. Maybe if I am lucky I can do this. I’d hate to go home and disappoint my Alpha. He is already grieving the death of his son, the disappearance of his daughter, and the death and loss of his imprint- his other half. I do not want to suffer his wrath should I fail.