It is Spring and I have finally made it to adulthood. I have achieved many things that should have taken more years to accomplish. I am proud of myself. I’m not sure if anyone else is, but I am proud. Yet I am finding myself getting restless and bored, but I do not understand why. Perhaps I have reached all that I can and there is nothing left for me to do. Maybe I have come to the end of my Life? I mean there really is nothing else for me to do, I don’t really see myself having a continued purpose. It is nice that Sen had come to take care of me, but now I no longer need his assistance. I am healthy and I am well.

I’ve decided to leave Iromar to venture out a little bit. I just needed to get away for a day. It is Spring and I need to gear up and prepare myself to travel to the other packs and to reestablish the bonds and perhaps make new ones between Iromar and the other packs. This season no Iromar wolf gave birth to pups, but we have a few underlings that need to travel and go about. I hope to take them with me to Taviora and perhaps Diveen. There we can try to create some sort of friendship for them. Yet if I am going to travel a long ways I need to get my strength back up. So, I wander away from Iromar attempting to get use to the long trek and I think being here within the Grotto would be a very wise thing.

I’m also here because I know Mother haunts these grounds. I have caught her scents within the numerous caves, but I cannot pick up her trail so easily. Her scent fades away or grows far too old. I know she must enter and leave the caves in different ways and it troubles me that she would do this to cloak her whereabouts. I know she can fend for herself, but if she is trouble I wish she’d come to Iromar. Quietly I move through the bush following her heavy scent thinking that perhaps today I might catch her.