Though I am a dutiful wolf and Taviora is my life, I still find it in myself to occasionally leave the pack lands to venture into what lay beyond. I have been more social with the wolves of my family and have been learning more, but there is much more to Moladion than just Taviora. Five other packs reign over the land, each filled with different kinds of wolves. And then there are the free lands where loners live, wolves without home and even without kin. I would never wish for another to be lonesome, for I know all too well just what that is like. That was why I answered the call that rung out across the land, echoed quickly by another. My own voice is given up to the high heavens, calling back to them if only to let them know they are not alone. The sound had come from across the Lake, and though I am adept at swimming I don't particularly care for the constantly dropping temperatures of the waters.

I see though that another has had my idea and is following through, seeming to hardly mind the frigid cold. Brave he must be, or a fool, or maybe even he just doesn't care. Dark violet eyes with their almost black gradient survey the small but growing group of others, not many of them being much older than myself. And they seem to range from a plethora of places- the mountain, the seaside, the plateau, from nowhere in particular. I was the first forest wolf to attend, and hopefully not the last but I would not hold my breath. This could perhaps be a chance to meet others from the packs, and even just meeting other wolves in general. Friends were few and far in between with me, as I have only very recently begun my journey to War Shield. Before I made my decision to aim for such a ranking, I was a mostly withdrawn creature, keeping to myself and avoiding others. But the death of Roamin was what gave me the needed push to be something more.

To help my family, and protect them at all costs. Long, slender legs laced with supple muscle move me with ease around the Lake, allowing me to approach the small group at my leisure. My expression is one most pleasant, and while I am quite honestly quite beautiful, I am not vain. I do not boast of my sleek and feminine appearance, nor do I use it to my advantage and others disadvantage. Rather, I accept it for what it is, and silently thank Mother and Father for giving me themselves in equal parts. While I am mostly Father's golden and cremes, the russet of Mother comes through on my sides in the minute pattern that looks akin to feathering. And my eyes are both of theirs- the lighter purple around the inside of my iris belonging to Mother and the darker violet gradient toward my pupil is Father's. I think of her, of Hush from time to time, and wonder if she might be coming back to stay any time soon. For Father I hope that she will, and I still believe in her that she will make the right decision.

But I am here and now, with the other wolves of Moladion, and not one of them is blood or family. That does not go to say they cannot be friends, and maybe even family one day. I glance to each wolf in turn, finally settling on the male of the sea that rolls so carefree in the grass. Immediately does he remind me of my little brother, though he lacks the green grass stains on his pelt I know were it Spring or Summer they would surely be there. Not only that, but his pale colouring made off white by the browned grass is even more a reminder. I find myself staring before bashfully glancing away from him, embarrassed to be caught up in my memories so easily. Not often was it I was a sheepish creature- if ever. But when it comes to my siblings I am as soft as they come, and I cannot help the ache I feel in my chest for where Roamin once was. Clearing my throat as if it would clear my head, I am saying hello to anyone who might care to listen, though most of my attention is obviously on the one who rolls around. "Hello all, I am Reian of Taviora.." It is not like me to be so.. shy, I suppose, if shy is the correct word for what I am feeling. I am always so blunt and so straight forward, this new turn of events is certainly unnerving for me.