When this coming Winter is over and done with, I will have reached my fourth Spring. With that knowledge comes the increasing feeling that I should leave Diveen, and so more and more I find myself outside the packland. I have spent all of my years in the city of angels, for no particular reason other than the fact my brother and I were born there. I hold no ties to them, no friendships; not even acquaintances. None of those wolves had ever bothered to speak to me, and so I did not bother to speak to them. I withdrew to be on my own within the very heart of their land, and never were they any more the wiser. Now with Winter just around the corner, I feel the pull toward the free lands more and more.

It is easy to slip out and disappear when one is practically a ghost. It helps also that I am pale as the freshly fallen snow, though against the warm colours of Autumn I stand out sorely. Come Winter I will be one with all around me, evading even the most clever of eyes. From Diveen I take my exit to the West, having entirely no interest in either neighboring packs to the North and South. The fields I know are hardly a lick away, and with almost fully developed long, pristine alabaster legs travel is made easy for me. Intense golden irises that are inherited from Devil May Cry scope out my options; the lake, the island within it, and the sandy shore line. Immediately do I see the few adults seemingly gathered, my naturally tall frame turning toward them. It is a wonder why they all congregate as they do- and if ever it is outside a packland there are only a handful of reasons why. By the look of it thus far, it could or could not be an infamous imprint gathering. Where the common blood of Moladion searched for their other half, and what they hoped and wished to be their happily ever after.

The thought of it all was more than enough to plague me with ravenous laughter, but I refrain out of common courtesy. It wouldn't go well for them to witness a faultless white wolf freshly out of Diveen acting a maniac, would it? Yet another thought more than enough to make me laugh, though my reaction is only to move forward and toward them. I am not at my full height quite yet, but I tower over most common others all the same. Vibrant eyes watch them all, the two females and the one male. I know none of them, though one smells of the mountains and one smells of the sea. I know those particular smells, as well as the last one that holds nothing but the freelands and things beyond even that. Places I have never been, but will one day, and that is the wolf that I hold my stare upon the longest. The one that is most recently fresh to Moladion, though soon my eyes are shifting all together. Though I was indeed approaching them, I also make it a point to side pass them and in fact approach the waters of the lake itself. Here I take the time and care to drink, nonchalantly acting as any other wolf in any other social situation.

I appear most relaxed when in fact I am most tense, listening intently and hard for any words that might transpire between the wolves. I have always so easily gone undetected, and these wolves were the same as the wolves in Diveen. Angel blood or not. Angel marking or not. All other wolves were all the same, and I think my dark thoughts and intentions as I stare into the dark reflection bounced back at me.