As I wait patiently at the border I notice the bleached coat of the obvious pregnant female making her way towards me. I am not sure why a pregnant wolf would come see me. I mean shouldn’t she be off somewhere protected? I wouldn’t be one to attack her, but a rogue might. One crimson ear twitches when I hear that low wolf and so I give a slight wag in my tail, but remain seated. I can sense her apprehension so I stay still silently waiting and when she finally speaks I give her a kind smile. Softly my hoarse voice tumbles gently out.
“Hello, my name is Raven and…”
I am suddenly interrupted by the larger presence of another. My ears quickly tuck into my skull in an apologetic manner. My head lowers slightly as I look up my entire form shaking. I know that I looked like a Demon and I carry the scent of the swamp, but I had never before met someone that was so adamantly displeased with my presence. I can take apprehension just fine, but outright full disgust…no. Bright violet eyes widen in surprise as my mind starts to race. I don’t know much about protecting myself, and as he approaches closer and that threatening growl continues to rumble I simply stay sitting still, still not looking threatening. If I am going to be attacked by their Alpha then I want to make sure that any witness, like the white female before me, sees that I had done nothing wrong nor exposed any sign that I was a threat or that I will attack. After all, it would look awful on his part if word got out that I, an innocent, got injured. I knew every Alpha here, save for Diveen, and I am sure she would be influenced by the other Alphas in being disappointed by his actions upon me. I may be sweet and innocent, but I am not one to be trifled with when it comes to reputation. Yet even before I can speak another male comes who looks similar to me. As he gets after his Alpha I stay still, observant, and nod my head my hoarse voice trickling out slowly.
“Yes, I didn’t come for a fight…just to talk.”
My ebony skull tilts slightly when I hear the Latin escape his maw. Demons know of this as the Angels at least that is what Mother tells me. Though I haven’t heard those that were Demons speak Latin. It has been awhile since I spoke it, but Mother taught me and still does when I come to look for her. Every now and then I can find her, but it has grown most difficult. My sweet soft lyrics carry that Latin ring in it.
“Ita loquor . Et pater non genii, sed dixit mihi ... mater dolens lupus maior cognovit quia non angelum.”
“Yes, I speak it. Mother and Father weren’t Demons, but Mother taught me…she said a bigger white wolf was upset she knew because she wasn’t an Angel.”
And now another wolf approaches the scene. Really I had never met so many wolves in just one visit, except in Diveen where I was attacked by Tobias. Yet they had come in my aide. Here they came to keep their Alpha from making a stupid mistake. I wish I had asked someone from the pack to at least come with me. Yet I was far too eager at the prospect of settling some sort of truce or pact. After all we had a new Alpha and new leadership could make them feel a bit more comfortable. Slowly I rise to my crimson paws feeling far too suffocated with everyone here. Taking a few steps back, for my safety, I keep my head and tail lowered still not looking threatening. When I feel a bit more comfortable I sit back on my haunches, ignoring the comment from Delya. I am a kid, there is nothing wrong with that, but I’m a kid that knows people in high places and already my reputation is stellar. Softly I speak, loud enough for all to hear, my violet eyes focusing on one after the other until it settles on the growling male Alpha.
“I just wanted to come speak to the Alphas…Andras is Alpha no more. A non-demon, Empress Aithne is our Alpha now, and we wanted to have peace or truce between our packs.”