I am not one that knows the art of fighting. No one ever bothered to show me. Father was never a fighter. He did have any sort of need for aggression or self-preservation in his blood. Mother was aggressive and she always believed in self-preservation, but I was not old enough to take her blunts and blows. She told me I would need to learn how to fight and mentioned that typically in a pack they have a trainer for that. Yet I did not belong to a typical pack. My pack does not spend a lot of time together nor did we have that ability to get to come together for one thing. I know my Alpha is trying to fix things, but it takes time and she is picking and choosing her battles. I wish someone would have taught me because maybe then I’d do a better job with defending myself from this attacker. As I fall down in the mud with her teeth still sinking, even deeper in my neck, I let out a sharp distressed cry. I still don’t know why she wanted to hurt me, but the only thing I can think of is that she is like Tobias and Mother – a cannibal. I guess I still smelled weak and that was why she took her chance on me.

My life was very dull. I did not do anything too exciting. I played it safe, because that is my nature. I did travel all around Molodain and I guess that is a good thing. I met other wolves. At least I made one friend. I hope Starfall won’t be too terribly sad that I am dead and gone. I hope no one tells Andras that I died. I do not thing in his ill mental state he would be able to accept such news with a good side. I hope Aithne gets a good Consul after I am dead and gone. She deserves a good one. I should have asked one of our members if they wanted to learn to be a diplomat, but everyone seemed…not lazy, but just disinterested. I hope Mother at least notices I’m gone. I’m not sure if I want her to feel sadness or guilt, but I do wish I could see her one more time. As I wither and squirm in the mud I feel my long limbs knock into her frame and I try to continue doing so, as if to get her off me, but I still when I feel her paw put pressure on my most vulnerable spot – the jugular. With a soft whimper I struggle to breathe as a gasp for what I believe to be my last breaths. My intense violet eyes look up with fear into that one burning red eye. Yet as I look up to meet the one that would vanquish me I notice an odd look as she hesitates. Is this the first time she killed? Is she starting to have guilt put pressure on her? I take this advantage to try to get away from her, but willing on the ground to roll myself over, but her pressure on me is firm.

My eyes would widen as I see a massive figure of white and red barrel into my attacker. I inhale deeply as I try to regain my ability to breathe better, my body still lying in the mud. I can hear the two growl and their bodies crash to one another. I manage to roll myself over and I notice all the blood on the ground. My blood. I can feel the stinging pain of my muscle in my neck as I move myself to sit on the ground. With a soft whimper I stay still as my mind begins to grow in haze from the shock. I don’t understand. I simply do not understand. I wish, I wish I understood. I wish I could ask my attacker why, but the one that defends me is keeping that chance away from me, and perhaps that is for the best. As my russet and ebony form trembles from the shock I can feel myself growing tired as my mind is simply into such a devastating state that I began to lie down. My eyes look on to see the two and I noticed the familiar figure of the she-wolf I had met twice now.

She seems so intense in furious that it is hard to believe she is the same quiet wolf that was very kind for me. She does not talk to me, but I am always comforted by her presence. She treats me as if…as if…I am important. I wish she would leave the attacker alone and come to me. I let out a soft whimper, the sound a bit garbled due to the damage on my neck and throat. I rest my skull over my paws as my wound continues to bleed and I slowly start to feel coldness and my body trying to shut down. I am not going to die, this I know now, but I do feel lethargic. I know I need to go somewhere safe, but I am not going anywhere – not without her, without my protector. As I lie on the ground in pain I watch the two as I silently cheer for my savior to win.