I was alone this day and alone I honestly wished to stay. There was a lot of confusion with the return of my father and the return of my first bond Iophiel. The girl is like the wind and I cannot keep her where I wish, nor would I ever desire to lock her into one spot. She is her own being after all allowed to drift were she may and carry along the other half of my soul with it, I, however will always have my paws rooted to my mountain home, my birthplace and the place where my parents passed away. I had a bad hand when it came to parents apparently. Every man or woman I saw as some type of parental figure was met with some demise or another and now a parent-figure myself I can only dream I do not fall from the world or taken from those who may still need me here.

It is with that thought that the call fills the air around me as I rest over my den’s entrance sunbathing in the fall sun allowing my coat to shimmer gold and crimson in its light. I wait respecting the call and the quality to which it held as it was nice to my ears, or at least nicer than the normal ones that usually fell about the mountain. It was a story that was clear, reaching out to me. My ears twitch taking in the story as it was told and closing my eyes doing my best to picture what was being described. It started with a wolf that he was certain was his mother, moving to how they met and it was not much unlike how he had first come across Iophiel.

It progressed becoming the tales of old that I only recognized thanks to the wolf Camelot. The brute who was my first father figure even before Alcide fully took upon the roll, a brute who taught me to be noble and strong, to not be afraid and how to hunt. The man that was present at his birthing unlike the black solemn brute that was being sung about. A brute who had told him of stories of a wolf called King Kong and the dreadful wolfess that tormented him. The meteor fall and the plague. I had heard this before.

It went on I hear the past of both my parents it is indeed interesting. I knew the pain to which the meteor fall had caused and everything else I had not heard of course was stored into my mind. The four brothers that I was told about by Daenerys when they had returned, then turns to my very own birth. I can only assume my father knew what I appeared as by my mother’s word or perhaps just from our last meeting I can’t know for sure. Whether it was mother or father who chose to leave giving one to follow at this point in my life both were beginning to win my ire. I shook my head seeing where this was going and I rose to my paws walking down the mountain to the wolf who was singing me his tale. I would sing him my own though there was no need to tell the world.

As his story ended I was there before him just intime to watch him fall to the ground, my russet an golden form standing before the much shorter older male. I let silence fall before us for a moment before speaking. ”I will admit you have a fine singing voice, Sir.” My songlike voice left me a genuine and heart felt compliment. ”You are… Seamus? If I remember what my sister said correctly upon your descriptions, Natu had told her of all of your names and your arrivals here upon Moladion.” I say the truth. Natu did indeed describe it upon my sister and then she passed it along to me. Perhaps for different reason she passed it along to me, at least it wasn’t a shock when I came to view the male that was my father that day. I had time to think and prepare, though, to be honest, I never was that good at showing how I felt and often I come across as impassive or angry even when I am not. I offer the brute no smile even now but it doesn’t mean I am angry or any else of the sort, I am curt, formal I guess. Perhaps I take a bit more after my father than I would like to think I do at times.

~ Calls Iophiel’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~