He was the largest of all his siblings, towering over them already with his large paws that suggested he had vastly more to grow. Weather it was due to his sheer size or something that had simply grown in his mind with time but he had long ago deemed himself the protector of his siblings. He dogged the steps of his sisters especially wherever they went, especially since the time they had disappeared and come back smelling salty and wet. He had asked them time after time where they were, but of course they never saw fit to tell him that. His parents had finally told him they had gone to a place called Glorall, a pack of wolves who lived by something called a sea. He didn’t know what it was but, like everything, it sounded like it could be dangerous so he didn’t like the idea.

It was his sisters constant pleasure to ditch him when they caught him trailing their footsteps, and being much lighter and graceful than he they often outdistanced him with ease. It left him grumbling and prowling about until he found them again. Didn’t they understand he was just trying to keep them safe? On days like today at least they were both with sight as the stood stoically in the shadows, Bastille preening herself in the sun and Embla studying something or other on the ground. He was almost relaxed when suddenly he saw Embla run off and Bastille come bounding over. She chewed his ear and he let her, if only because he would do anything for his sisters.

Naturally he followed them both down the mountainside, with much less speed and ease however, but at least this time he knew where they were all going. Before he left the bounds of their den he turned back for a moment, barking to let Constantine know where they would be and inviting him to come along. He finally made his way to the meadow, his blue green eyes taking everything in from a distance before he approached. Three other male pups, ones he had heard his sisters whispering about when they thought he wasn’t near, were settling in along with his sisters, none too close to them at least, and the black marked woman on the rock. He stopped a comfortable distance away, settling his large frame on the ground and wrapping his thick tail up around his large paws. He wasn’t here for storytelling but simply to make sure his siblings behaved, though there was little chance of that. His gaze flicked to the black boy who lay silently in the grasses, his intense gaze not wholly unlike his own. See, he was not as odd as his sisters made him out to be, he thought proudly.