I am not sure if there is anything spectacular to say about my image. I mean I am a black wolf, a simple black wolf, but I carry the tint of blood. I guess that is better than being like my Father tainted with white markings. Perhaps it was his hard wishes that made my coat be dyed with crimson. I still do not understand why there is such animosity between wolves with different pelt colors or why it is still such a big deal. I mean there are other wolves within our pack that are pure white and yet they are Demon? Why Father felt the needed he had to be the lowest of the low is beyond me, but in a way I am glad he is dead. I never really had a family or understood the need to have one, but it was something I have desperately been wanting for some time now. A Mother and a Father that were more than just…alive, but parents that actually cared. I wanted to be watched over, I wanted to be taken care of. I have longed to feel the touch of someone so dear to me, caress my face or have their warm body close to mine so that I could curl around. Even when I was still needing milk from Mother she wouldn’t let me so close. I could barely touch her, I barely felt her muzzle along my back. Father, when he came to see me, kept his distance from me as well. I have longed to feel that warm fuzzy feeling inside and out…by someone that just…cares.

Even though Mother keeps her distance from me I had hoped to meet her again. To tell her that I have risen in the ranks, if only slightly, but I am proud of it! I wanted to tell someone and out of all the wolves I know, which are few and I am hardly close to any of them, I was hoping to at least tell her. Maybe she will show some interest in me, and if not, at least I am giving her a badger to chow down on. Though it would seem that I have been unable to remember her scent, because instead of approaching my Mother- I approached another. Instantly I lower my form to the ground, making myself appear smaller, as I gently toss the dead badger towards her. I was hoping to run away, but how could I when her intense fiery eyes seem to cause me to stand still. I hold my breath as my red-trimmed ears tuck down flat against my skull in an apologetic manner. My violet eyes shift downwards as I focus on her bloodstained paws. Oh how I wish I never traveled down this part. As I continue to hold my lowered position, showing a sign of myself submitting to her, I dare not look as I feel the other’s cautious approach. I know if she snaps at me I could dodge it and turn around and try to run, but I am still a pup and she is fully grown. I could easily slip and fall to the ground, and with her close to my heels, I am sure I would be a dead, nothing but my corpse to rot here- with no one to know I was here. As much as I was ignored and left alone, with hardly a sign that I was recognized by others, I do not think I could accept the fact that I would be forever unknown and lonely…with no one to mourn over my bones.

Hesitantly my dark violet eyes, speckled in icy-blue, shift upwards daring to meet those dangerous red eyes. I can see her back starting to arch and I only flatter myself when I see her red hackles rise up. As her jaws pry open I can see her sharp teeth and as they slam into the dead badger, I cannot help, but sigh in relief. I can honestly say that I am glad I am not that dead badger. Though as this odd wolf continues to keep a tight hold on the badger it unnerves me that she continues to stare at me, almost as if she was wishing her fangs were sinking deep into my own flesh, and oh how I pray that is not the thought dancing in her head. I see something moving behind her and I instantly tense up not wanting to know what it is, until I notice the shape is familiar. A tail. Her pretty tail continues to wave slightly behind her and I cannot help, but mimic the movement with a slight wave of my own black and red plume. Her long soft whine causes me to slowly tilt my head to the side a bit puzzled by this reaction. Yet I dare not to say a word as her muzzle points to the badger and her teeth begin to tear and rip into its flesh. As her fiery eyes continue to penetrate through me I simply lower my entire form to the ground now, lying on my belly, attempting to appease her as best as I can. Well, at least I hope this is appeasing to her.

As she nudges the half eaten badger towards me I slowly move my muzzle towards it. I am catching her scent much easier now over the dead carcass. My muzzle opens, just barely because I don’t want to show her my teeth, and I tear off a few pieces of meat, my ebony tail swaying side to side over the ground in a happy manner. I tilt my head down and nudge the badger back in her direction before lying my head over my paws and simply staying still. I know that part of my neck ruff and fur along my shoulder is growing back and there still lies Tobias’s teeth marks, and undoubtedly, a small source of his scent still there. It is uncomfortable how my neck is stretched out over my paws and for a moment I let out a soft whimper before my eyes dart back to her own. I am hoping after she is done with her meal she simply walks away and leaves me in one piece, and hopefully, I can sneak out. Yet just in case I can’t I merely start to move to lie on my side. Slowly forcing my already lying down form to turn over to expose my crimson belly. I hope this is a show that not only am I fully submitting to her, but I am also showing her trust…trust that I wouldn’t harm her. I just hope in return she does not harm me too.