With this new Spring comes many new things. New faces in the lives of new births, new wolves to seek a home, and old wolves to seek a place and a duty. With this new Spring comes the beginning of my training and onward, for I have promised myself that no other ill will will befall my family- immediate and extended. That goes for my flesh and blood and the entirety of the pack. No longer will Taviora lack the protection is to rightfully deserves. I know another, Castor- though I have my suspicions on that name- seeks what I do. But I do not think he seeks it for the purpose that I do. In fact, I do not know if the wolf has any of Taviora's best interest in mind, or if it simply his own. I have not spent copious amounts of time with him, but whenever I have met him or passed by he has given me a most unsettled feeling. And that girl that follows him like a phantom, since he had apparently brought her here in one of his mischevious steals- she not only gave me the same creepy feeling but the scent of her was all wrong. She was death walking, and I did not think it could be a good thing for Taviora.

But, today, they are not on my mind, for there are barks that reach my ears requesting me. Me, or Castor, and I would rather the young one that beckons be in my presence and not that other wolf. So when I reach her, wonderfully long and graceful legs carrying me through my forest home with ease, there is a warmth in my features and dark violet eyes as I approach her. I do know her name- Ophelia, what with being the daughter of the Medicine Wolf and the packs own future War Hawk then War Shield. It was my business to know the interworkings and all the like so that I may protect my family the best that I can. And I also know why she has called me, for today would be the day for her to begin her own training. She is young yet, though I could say the same for myself, but it does not matter. If a soul wishes to learn and absorb knowledge, then I see no reason to deny them that- young age or not.

Dipping my mostly golden creme skull down toward the earth, my voice is soon to follow, and though there is a deep sadness there from the death of my little brother, there is still hope and happiness there above it all that I hope will never get snuffed out in me, like it has in my Father. "Ophelia- I am Reian and I am very pleased to finally be able to meet you." At that, I aim to bump her shoulder with the darkness of my nose in friendship and kindness. As well as to learn, I hope that this will allow me to know others better and to learn better how to socialize. I am not awkward, but rather.. a bit unpracticed, and only as of late have I made efforts to breach such a thing. I do not mind the presence of others, but when I was younger I was most often by myself- with a wanderlust filled Mother and an ever working Father, there had never been much time for children, much as the pair had aimed to raise their family together. Not all things turn out as they should, or as they would, but they do turn out simply as they were meant to.