It is no surprise that there has been a massive gathering around the dead bull elk. The scent of a free meal. The dead animal a beacon to all who were hungry to come. Yet that odor, although tempting, there was some off about it. I could not make it out though, I have never caught such an odd scent. As I continue to stare and focus on it. I want to take a bite. It is a free meal and how can I resist such a thing. Yet I simply find it peculiar that it died in the river. Though I am not sure I could pass up from such a meal. I have hardly had big game such as this and I have often wondered what it tasted like. All my meals come from small mammals that I can easily chase and pounce. Yet an elk by myself I could never do such a thing and they do not live in my home. Yet as I watch the other wolves my russet trimmed ears revolve atop my ebony skull looking for any signs of danger or distress. I know there could be an attack and anyone could easily claim it. While I watch some of the lupine converse aloud whether they should partake in such a tasty treat or not I cannot help like I can feel someone’s eyes on me. I’m not used to being looked out and at such a long time. In fact I am used to being invisible. So, why would this individual be looking at me? My deep violet eyes scan the group before me not one wolf brings to my memory any sort of recognition. As I turn my head my eyes widen slightly as I notice the pair of eyes staring straight at me.

Instantly I stiffen as I watch his cautious approach. His bright alabaster coat is pristine and highly contrasts with my obsidian dark coat. From what I understand he could be a part of the Angelic lineage or perhaps a distant relative of one. I know I am the only wolf here associated with Demons. It is not surprise I think that he would come to me. Perhaps it is to continue the aged old feud. Yet I have nothing against the Angels. They were kind to me and cared for me when Tobias attacked. In fact I was making my way over there to give thanks, but I sit here intrigued with what was going on around here. Unsure with what to do I simply watch him come closer tilting my head to the side. He comes so close that I am sure the ice-blue specs in my eyes can be seen. I cannot help, but see how he continues to simply stare at me. It is comforting and a bit nerve-wracking. As he speaks I simply nod. As I speak my soft hoarse voice drips out slowly, my true lyrics still hidden and underdeveloped.

“Well, I’m puzzled. Why would a creature just drop dead…in the water. I’ve never seen anything dead in the water before…I think I will try it.”

I do not move from my place to head towards the dead deer. The other lupine still conversing. Some have already dug into it. Yet I am still just a puppy almost near age three. Yet I have never acted as my age. Always I remained poised. My crimson tail flicks on the ground lazily as I tilt my head to the other side. Perhaps he can lead me back to Diveen. As my head tilts I expose the park between my neck and shoulder to reveal Tobias’s bite, that fur still growing the scars remain visible as they heal. Gently I speak once more if only to confirm my first speculation of him. Still having no idea that I am tethered to him forever.

“You are white…are you an Angel too?”