I traversed the packlands today, my blacks paws stepping with care. Our family does not locate in the very middle of the pack. I am closer to the outskirts, where mother prefers her privacy. Father was once of this place called Diveen, he told us of it many times. He told us of the Angels, Angels who my mother does not particularly approve of. They are wolves of white, wolves that father speaks of well. I have been curious of these Angel creatures, what they might be and what secrets they may hold, and perhaps, what the stars say of them.
The stars do speak to me. They tell me many things. Sometimes they even scream and yell so loud I want to claw my eyes out. The wind talks, the movement of trees talks, everything freaking talks. Father speaks of the stars and wind, but oh no, it is not just those. It is all things. On this day, the wind blows and speaks, whispers and giggles. I am prowling on this day. It is cold and it is this time called winter, and I do not like this winter. It tells me of death and destruction. I feel it all the way to my bones, to the point where I may shiver. I dislike it, but will go forth and explore away from the den on this day.
I am keen on my surroundings, and that is why the wind tells me to pay attention, and I do give way to listening with my black ears perking. My form of shadow and fire wiggles into areas where only the young like me can go. I move quietly and quick, until my blue eyes catch movement. I freeze immediately, knowing full well my hidden place. I watch between branches as a creature of white saunters around. I narrow my eyes at this creature, small like me. The creature is white and I watch carefully at what he does in our lands. I know he is a trespasser, and I will ensure that nothing goes unpunished.
He seems startled and concerned about his paw when it touches the damp earth of Iromar. I find my nose wiggling and head going back a bit at this odd reaction. He looks around concerned and almost panicked. He had even yelped about it...did he get bitten by a gator or something? Hmph! Serves him right for his arrogance and ignorance!
I do give my position away as he continues on. He moves closer to my location, but I am frozen like the waters. I follow him with my eyes, the sound of something in the trees near me causing me to dart my eyes upwards, glaring at the birds before looking back at the boy. I looked back and the boy had almost disappeared, but his white form was not easily hidden here. I moved quickly, knowing to step in the damp dirt that did not crinkle. I am careful with each step, slow and deliberate as to not make sound. When he is in my sights again, I am behind him as he stares at a...mushroom? He seems so taken by it, so interested. So what? I had seen many mushrooms, is he stupid?
I do find a hunter instinct snapping into me as my body presses down a bit. He seems so...vulnerable from behind, a white target with a delicious bum to bite into. I wait for the perfect moment, my eyes fixated, until he reaches out to touch the mushroom. It is then I make a sudden dash. The initial noise of bursting out of the bushes is made, but the birds all around sudden leave their roosts as well, causes sound and chaos all around. My jaws are a gape with my teeth exposed. I dash like lightning, a gift from both parents. I attempt to jump on his back and push him down, my teeth biting down on his back in a somewhat playful manner. He is indeed trespassing and I am in my right to attack- and perhaps once he submits I can figure out why he is so fascinated in mushrooms.
Belhara