I lay with in my den quite content with sleeping. Lately I have been sleeping far more than I really should. Yet sleep is good. I like it. It brings me nothing, but numbness. I have not slept beside another wolf in an extremely long time. The last time I slept beside a wolf was with my Mother and that was only when I was nursing. When I was weaned and beginning to eat meat she would push me away when I sought out for her warmth and protection. Though she did not give that to me. When I sleep beside Sen I feel his warmth and I like how it floods into my own cold form. I hope he does not mind that I curl up beside him. I have sense his worry and his transgressions within the swamps, but I hope he sees that we are not all bad. The seeds that Sen makes me eat causes not only my muscles to not be sore, but it allows me to have dreamless sleep. It is good to dream of nothing. I do not see my parents in my mind. I am at peace when I sleep. I do not think and I do not worry and I simply do not feel. I am surrounded with the darkness in the den and I comforted by the presence of Sen and his strong and warm form. Though it would seem I actually do not feel him, because he is not here. When I lean into him, well I assume it is him, I awake with surprise. I had been leaning into the wall and not him. My dial rises as I look around and do not see him at all. With a heavy sigh I lay my head over my paws until I feel something…something off.

I can’t really put my paw on it, but I just feel something in my gut telling me to get up. Using the wall as support I bring myself to my crimson paws and allow my long limbs to move through the snow covered bog. I do not like winter here. The marshes cling to the warmth and humidity trying to claim and protect itself from old man winter and his artic cold touch. I remember going to Taviora and Diveen during the winter months and seeing their lands completely white. It was beautiful and so very serene. I liked it. I wish I could live in one of those lands for some time, sort of like a vacation, but I am unable to do such a thing. My soul was promised to be a member of this pack, I hold a high rank, and I could not leave Aithne and Avery behind. Especially Andras, not when he is in this state. I like my pack. I wish we were more connected, I wish we actually knew one another, but we haven’t had that chance. Everyone keeps to themselves and everyone seems happy with it. I am sure though if the call was given for everyone to rally they would, at least, I hope they would – I could be wrong. As I continue my trek searching for that reason why I had an abnormal feeling I notice an ebony figure walking, almost as if in a trance, and I stop and tilt my head to the side curiously.

As the winter winds tears through my luxurious coat I can taste a familiar scent on the wind and my dyed russet tail sways side to side in a friendly manner. I know this wolf. He was kind to me. He was unusual, but he was nice. I make myself move towards him and as I get closer I notice he has a dead raven in his mouth and his sparkling opal eyes have this glossy haze in them. I let out a soft bark, as if to wake him up, and I allow myself some rest as I sit on the ground. My frame is much skinny than the last he had seen me, I know my health hasn’t been that great and my hunger is barely returning, but Sen is trying and I try to eat as much as I can…even if it is little. Softly my voice trickles from my paw, my bright violet eyes speckled with an ice blue as I look into his own pretty eyes.

“Starfall? You do realize you are trespassing right?”