There are times that I go to the island on the shores, usually to linger by myself and enjoy the sounds of the gentle ocean all around me. I did seek to do this today, in fact, I am already here on this day. I have been lounging for a while under some of the sparse trees. My mind has been busy as of late, and I did decide that I wanted some time to...think and understand this shift. I feel as if the oceans had come and swept me off my feet like I were a pup again. Aithne has changed my thoughts, and they have been going towards her for a while now since.

I lay in the grass as I let my mind and eyes drift. I cannot seem to let my mind think of anything else. She was...alluring in her own right, strong and capable. Her green eyes were like the most lush grass, and I wondered what she did all day over in Iromar. I still remember seeing Ruvindra there, and my lavender blue eyes narrow as I think of the things she said that day. They did not make...sense. I huffed. Her words seemed to imply that my parents were also...siblings, but, how can that be? I knew I needed to speak to father about it, but perhaps...later.

As I lay, lost in my own little private world, I hear a loud bark not too far off. I lift my head off of my black paws, my ears perking as I wonder who it was. I take a deep breath, allowing myself to stray away from the thoughts that were consuming me as of late. I lift my red belly from the ground, standing tall as I trot forward. I come upon a risen dune, my paws marching in the sand until I am on top of it. It does not take long for my eyes to spot my dearest brother, Judas. I cannot help but grin at my younger brother's presence, and yet, when I see what exactly he was doing, I cannot say that my smile did not fade.

A bit of brotherly worry began to make my silver and red hackles stiffen in the wind. Judas was in the water- but he was not alone. A whale was near, and it was a dangerous one. I have always heeded the story of the old Glorall alpha who was killed by one of the giant, mysterious creatures of the sea. I have seen them consume the seals that sometimes lay lazily on the beach. I feel an overwhelming push to protect my litter mate, and my black paws rush forth down the hill to the beach.

My legs are tight and quick as I run to the beach, my eyes fixed on my brother. If I could drag him out of the water, I would, but I fear the extra motion may put us both in extra danger. I halt right before the water touches my paws, legs spread and ready for any twitch and quick movements I may need. Leave it to my brother to get himself into trouble- I have saved him once and I will assist him again if needed.

"Judas, brother, you are too close. Do you forget they have teeth and a mouth as large as your very body?" I yell out, if only to simply ensure that my voice rings above the clash of water upon earth. I cannot help if it black and grey face is etched with concern. My brother already disappeared once- the last thing I want is to see him get eaten as our last moments together.