I had never been fascinated with the red on me, sometimes I felt as if it drew unnecessary attention to myself, such things I was uncomfortable about. Laerah had inherited a slight red pattern from myself, not as much as I had, but it was still there, much like my own, it was hard to ignore. Inessa had a similar pattern, on her face, the rest of her had her father’s pattern shape, different colors. It was strange how things passed down from one to another. I couldn’t help but wonder what my next litter may look like, if I should ever have another one. Part of me wanted too, because I didn’t want the girls to grow up without a big family, but to be honest I wasn’t very interested in dealing with males as of lately.

This was before me was strange. He spoke of things that almost felt redundant, but I still did not know his name. I had noticed his dark black eyes, while yes, they were extremely strange, I didn’t feel the need to stare, or make an obvious gesture about them. Each wolf was born with different eyes, no two alike. He was darker in color than Daemon, thus, he didn’t worry me that much. The eyes were slightly similar, though his had no red like Daemon’s did.

He spoke then, and I thought on it for a moment before answering. “I had been in Glorall, but that was before the new alpha took over. Since, I’ve been wandering with my daughter.” I spoke softly, shifting my legs a bit to get a bit more comfortable. I wasn’t afraid of him. There wasn’t much I hadn’t seen in my life, so for now, I was going to stay right where I was. Comfortable.