Well I am about to make it to four years old. I have been alone even before I turned one. Mother had stayed long enough to nurse me and keep me alive. Though I wasn’t protected by my own Father either. For some reason he disappeared too. Perhaps because Mother left him he needed to hide himself away. I know Mother and Father are not perfect for one another and if they had a choice, perhaps I wouldn’t have been born. Yet here I am. I guess I should thank the Fates, I mean, if my parents were not imprints to one another then I wouldn’t be here today. I have yet to find my own imprint. I mean I don’t know what I am supposed to feel when I do meet him. Mother found out and hated her imprint. Am I to do the same? I hope not. If I have already met my imprint, and I didn’t feel anything, I would be absolutely dreadful and feel as if I do not deserve him. I did meet this kind white wolf near the river where the dead bull elk laid. He was kind to me and he made sure to get close to me, but not too close. It is sad though. I haven’t seen him in a while and he never did give me his name. Maybe I’ll find him again. Maybe that is who I should look for after I get a bit better. I hope he didn’t get sick. I am sick, but I am still moving, still pushing myself. I know I need a healer, but our healer disappeared. Perhaps she died from the sickness. But I am strong, I am young and I will not let this illness get to me.

As I come along the borders of the pack I can feel the familiar change of the terra firma, as the sand moves underneath my crimson paws. Although that is not the only change I notice. The cold sea winds bring with it a new male scent, a strong scent that is wiping away the previous Alpha’s scent. Tesseract. He was kind to me the last time I came. He gave Iromar its first alliance, he was my first alliance, and to see that he is gone…it is sad. I should look for him after this meeting. This new stronger scent is familiar though. I lift my head some to catch another whiff. I had smelled this scent before it belonged to another white wolf. The only other white wolf I know was the one that ventured though Iromar without permission. I did not get after him for it, I just pointed it out. I was polite to him and in an odd way he was to me as well. Why would he come for this pack? Puzzle and curious I remain at the border and set on my crimson haunches. It is my job as Consul to find out more about this new alpha and his claimed pack, but also figure out terms and where our packs lie. This is important for him and his pack as it is to my own. We need to know if we will be allies. Throwing my head back I close my violet eyes, my haunting sorrowful howl strays across the beach, calling for the new Alpha to approach at his convenience. When he comes I will remain still, my crimsons ears pointed forward with interest. I hope this Alpha, if it is the white wolf that trespassed in Iromar, remembers me – in a good way.