I wait patiently hoping that my call brings the Alpha. Last time I came here I was bombarded by many. I am not used to speaking to crowds and it made me feel so very uneasy and completely unsafe. I almost wanted to request another Iromar wolf come with me, but I didn’t think that would be seen as peaceful by the Alpha here. I think this will be the final time I come here and request an audience. I am far too frightened. The Alpha from Taviora told me that I shouldn’t be worried about the pelt on my skin and what it means to others, but that is difficult to see and believe sometimes. Always when I make my travels I can feel their eyes digging into me, their horrid thoughts about me, and I wish I could tell them that isn’t me. I am not a bad wolf I am not a Demon, even if Andras claimed me. How can I be a Demon when I do not ‘feel’ like I am one or even act as one? Mother said I would be the bringer of death and yet I have done no such things. Perhaps the mark on my forehead isn’t as dangerous and foreboding as she made it out to be. Maybe if she can see I am not like that perhaps she will see for herself that she doesn’t have to be like that too. I know I only got her for my first spring and summer, but I really do miss her. I can only wonder if she misses me, but I shouldn’t think such things now. I can save those wishful thoughts at night underneath the stars and simply wish that I could feel wanted and loved.

With the approach of the chocolate brown multi-colored wolf making a beeline towards me I remain standing still. I notice how she carries herself. She is strong, healthy, and she does not have her hackles raised. My crimson trimmed ears do not hear a growl coming from her so I can only assume she is not angered by my presence. This is a welcoming nice change and I exhale a breath that I had unknowingly been holding for so long. I can feel myself feeling so terribly, terribly hot and I can only assume it is because of the warm weather. I haven’t been feeling very well and I have hardly been able to eat. Every now and then I can see visions when I sleep, I wander in the swamps following these odd images – they call to me and yet I cannot understand them. I could have sworn I see a white and red polka-dotted bird following this teal-eyed wolf and I have to shake my head for a moment to rid myself of this false vision. My russet banner sways side to side slowly in a friendly gesture, my tired violet eyes meet her friendly teal orbs. My soft raspy voice flows out slowly as I lower my dial in respect.

“My name is Raven ma’am. I’ve tried coming here, but each time I run away…the scarred male did not want me here.”

I hope she does not think that I am being a snitch when I speak of that scarred male. I hope he is not here. I am afraid he will chase me out again. I bring my head up slowly and for a moment I feel as if I will fall over. Yet I keep myself stable focusing on those warm kind teal eyes. I bring my head up a little bit higher if only so I don’t have to crane my neck terribly. Softly I speak once again as to my purpose. I may be a pup, but I have never acted like one. I am always on business – nothing else.

“I know what I look like, but I am living proof that things are changing in the swamps. Andras is not in charge anymore and there are hardly any Demons around. Our new Alpha, Aithene, would like to extend peace between our packs.”