As I get older I feel like I should let go of the past, but it is difficult to. I mean this part of the swamp has always been my home. Mother had sought to keep herself and me away from the others. The den that I dwell in still carries a small snippet of her faint scent. I didn’t have Mother for a long time and I suppose I shouldn’t want anything to do with her, but her very faint scent brings me some comfort. The den is quite big and I think Mother made it that way so that I could always stay here, live here, because she had promised my fate even before I was born. Call her what you will, but I think she was looking out for me…at least I hope she was. Being here on this side of the swamp, far away from the others, is sort of disappointing but I think it is a good thing. Besides I get to just spend some time on myself and if that keeps me from being like my Father then I shall accept my solitude, no matter the price.

Today I am happily lying down within the thick reeds easily hidden from sight. I am just a few paces away from my own den so I am not too far. I haven’t been able to stay here in quite some time. I have been busy traveling all over during my 2 years of age. Even though I was gone for most of the year I always felt the need to come back. I am proud I was able to rise in the ranks already giving Andras the information that I have gathered. It is nice that he did not get too upset when he heard I had spent some time in Diveen. I was attacked by Tobias, the scars remain along my neck and shoulder, but it is still healing well thanks to their healer. Soon my ebony fur will grow back, but it will just take a bit of time. Between my crimson paws lies a dead vole with its belly torn into two. My muzzle happily digs into the flesh my banner twitching on the ground as I happily eat my meal. It is when I hear some paw steps that I lift my ebony skull, my red-trimmed ears twitching as I ponder just who would be wandering on these outer banks. As the other obsidian she-wolf peaks through the reeds I dip my head a bit in proper greeting, my own hoarse voice holding a strained soft note.

“I have just gotten back from my travels for Andras and have been keeping to myself before I leave again. My name is Raven and it is a pleasure to meet you…would you like some?”

My intense violet eyes leaves hers for a moment as I look at the vole between my paws. It is always in my nature to provide others dead things. I mean my name is a part of Death and as such I should play that role. Happily I tilt my muzzle downwards and shove the dead vole towards her. I am still growing and I still look a bit skinny but I am willing to sacrifice my hunger for another. I guess that is one thing I obtained from my Father- his will to serve his pack.