She was funny, this one- like maybe she wasn’t all there and maybe she wasn’t. I don’t really mind, I just needed to find the land from my dreams or my thoughts or…whatever place it was that I came from. I remembered it so clearly, this place, this one single place and yet it always seemed to be out of my reach. Maybe I couldn’t find it, maybe it wasn’t real but I didn’t want to believe that- but why could no one tell me? Why was I always looking in the wrong places? Maybe if this land did need a spy I could do my job and my research all at once. Father always felt everyone needed a job, Mother too- that a wolf was defined by his place in life, by what he did and maybe that was true. Maybe I did need to find a purpose before I found what I was dreaming off…even if I wasn’t really sure what that was. I let her lead me, I was happy to follow. I am not so smart as my father and my sister, but I am clever, I think, when I have to be and maybe if I could hear her thoughts I would have laughed and nodded. I suppose I am sweet, but why shouldn’t I be? Nothing bad has ever happened to me, at least, I don’t think it has- even if sometimes my dreams say otherwise and remembers things I should have forgotten. Maybe a pack filled with darker flavours is not for me, but unless I try, how will I know? I hadn’t seen anything or anyone dark and scary yet and I don’t get scared all that easy.

“My family is filled with wolves who, for generations, have died for their packs. It’s like a family curse. Loyalty might not be my skill- but it is in my blood, so that makes it a trait- which is better then just a skill. If you say I can stay, I’ll stay.”

The words were honest, because I am honest (mostly), nobody said a spy had to lie now did they? I would be a good spy, maybe the best because there is no one faster. Maybe I will never be pretty, maybe I always will be a bit scruffy and gangly and rough around the ages but I am good at what I do and I know who am I want to have a job- one that does not compare me to my father or my mother with her great powers of healing. She has a nice voice, this Jaidah , pretty I think, but strong and this pack was young- growing with it can only be a good thing I am sure, my paws moving to keep pace with her own, ears folded back still in submission.

“So- do I get to stay?”