I have been hanging around Glorall, not completely in or out of the pack. I am still undecided on the path I want to take. If I simply want to wander the world in search for my mother's killer, or stay here and do...whatever. I have been watching the new leader here from the shadows. I had been under Tesseract for so long, but this guy...he had beat him with tooth and nail. I had been wanting to meet him- personally, not surrounded by drooling and dribbling pups.

It is disappointing that he accepted in my brother to his pack, and perhaps that is why I have been more hesitant to accept his new leadership. My brother is weak, of mind and body, and he accepts it so easily. I must accept it because he is my brother, and I will not kill him due to our blood relations, but knows someone else finds worth in him...it really adds to my judgement of them.

So as I linger in the shadows and bramble, watching and waiting, I hear the sound of a call. I do not pay much mind to it initially, but there was something...about it. I lift my ear, puzzlement on my features as I listen. My mind ticks and it all becomes clear. Covet. My brother from a different mother. I never really got to know my father, but I had met Covet. I have heard of him too since he wasn't around much. When I was a pup, I remember he seemed strong...and part of my stone heart hopes that perhaps he will be different than the rest of my blood that still exists in Tristian. I snort though, knowing my brother will likely be there to greet him.

I break through hibernating plants that are simply sticks of their former selves, making a gentle trot towards the source of the call. From a distance and in the cover of foliage I see Covet being greeting by Tristian. My lips curls a little, but I decide to circle around. I would approach Covet from the back, and perhaps his form will block out that of my more worthless brother. When I finally circle around at a hidden distance, I approach from behind, my face solid and my eyes not wavering from Covet's form.

"A lot things are different here," I state, for it is the truth. The past few moons have caused much change, and I am still not completely over mother's death...I don't think I will be until her killer is served justice with my jaws.