Indeed there was nothing I could do in regards to how I was born. What wolf would ask the Fates to make me come from a Mother that did not care for me and a Father that would abandon me. Top it all off my soul be promised to the Demon Lord to live within his own lands amongst his own pack until the day she died. A promise to the Devil himself and she was just the causality. Yet no one had any idea that the Devil would want to take the little girl, named after an associate of Death, to be one of his many charges. I looked like a Demon those red marks as clear as day and I stunk of the bogs the swamps my place of origin. Perhaps Fate knew all along just who and where I would end up belonging to. Though he did not demonstrate kindness and care it felt nice to know that I belonged somewhere.

“Maybe, but I do not know. Where are you now if not with your own?”

I know that the wolves I associate myself may not be the best kind, but at least I am not alone as I felt. I mean I still feel alone, but it is nice to call a pack…well…a pack. As I stand here beside this kind stranger I cannot help, but begin to feel…not myself. For a moment my head lowers, almost as if I am falling asleep, I feel so very warm and for a moment my vision is hazy. I shake my head to and fro in surprise at this sudden feeling, thinking this movement would return my perfect sight, and yet I still feel ill. Whatever hunger I felt was momentary gone. Looking back at him I give him a polite smile speaking so very softly.

“That is very kind of you, but no I am suddenly not feeling so well. Why are you being kind to me…I never met you before and many are wary around those from Iromar.”