I quietly wait patiently for the one that holds a familiar scent to make his approach. I am used to waiting. I’m quite a patient thing. When I was much smaller I would sit and wait for my Mother to come back to the den with her latest kill. I was weaned much earlier than the other pups. Mother wanted me on meat and blood quicker so she wouldn’t have to provide me any more milk and she could leave me behind sooner. It hurts a bit. To know that the one that brought you into this world had no desire to stay with you. My first feeling of abandonment and it affected me greatly. Though it did teach me at an extremely early age that I may not be liked by others and that I shall have to accept it. I’m not really sure if anyone likes me, for me, and it is something I haven’t asked anyone. I don’t think I ever will. I try to stay out of everyone’s way. My pack is not close so it is easy to do. However, my species is social and wolves are meant to bond with others of their kind…but I think I lack that part of myself?

One crimson ear twitches at the sound of sand shifting from the weight of paws on it. Bright violet eyes watch as the snowy white figure approaches. I know him. Well, I don’t really know him, but I have met him before. His scent draws me to the memory of his presence within Iromar. He was trespassing, and I didn’t sound the alarm. I probably should have, but he didn’t seem like he was going to be trouble. Though perhaps I am not good at judging others. He was polite to me. So, I kept my mouth shut and allowed him to wander. He allowed me to accompany him and I followed him and answered whatever questions he had as best as I could. I want to know what it is to be liked and I was hoping perhaps he would show that my presence was not horrendous. A small smirk appears on my own maw at his comment that I cannot help, but allow my soft voice to carry a humorous sardonic tone.

“I do not think you need to worry about alligators.”

I have noticed that he was carrying himself much differently. I caught on to a numerous new healing wounds along his frame. It was obvious that he had been in a recent scuffle and with the previous Alpha. I hope Tesseract is doing okay. I was coming to see him, but I guess I won’t be seeing him around here anymore. I am sad he is not here, and I will have to go find him. Yet first duty comes first. The way Eden walks he holds himself as an Alpha, I can feel his eyes burn into me, holding such a dominant and intimidating gaze. My ebony dial would lower slightly with respect as my soft voice trickles out gently.

“You are Alpha here now, Congratulations. “We never exchanged names, my name is Raven, what is yours?”

My crimson banner swayed side to side in a pleasant manner. I am a bit sad though that I am unable to spend some time with Tesseract. He offered to show me around the beach and I was hoping he would. I am still not feeling well and I was thinking maybe if I took a break from my pack duties I might get better. Yet it would seem I am not able to try and have some sort of relaxing moment. With a heavy sigh my eyes lower to the ground for a moment, before I bring them back up to meet his own.

“I must tell you that originally I came on another matter, but it would seem that I need to perform my diplomatic duties – perhaps we can discuss an alliance?”