Ever since that fateful day within the Grotto I have not been the same. I was attacked. Why? I don’t rightly know, but I do not know want to know. It does not matter now. The red-eyed bitch is gone. Did I call her a bitch? Yes, yes I do. I know I am not one to use such strong and foul language, but I did it. It needed to be said. That is what she is. That red-eyed devil. She is a bitch. I loathe her. I detest her. She has permanently marked me. I never worried nor cared about my experience. Mother never did and she was completely scarred all over. Yet she held the aura of intimidation and danger. Anyone that saw her knew they needed to stay away. I know I still carry the faint marks from Tobias and that was the only blemish I owned. Yet I carry more now. Not as much as Mother though. When my savior allowed me with permission to leave her den I had wandered over to the nearby stream. There I saw my reflection and to my shock I noticed my face looked similar to Mother’s. Along the left side of my face were the slowly healing claw marks that would forever be upon my façade. The only difference between my face and my Mothers’ is that I carry a red patch instead of white between my forehead, her cold apathetic sapphire eyes to my vibrant violet pools, and my right side was not clawed over just as hers was. I dread the day that I will become her and it seems I was pushed just a bit further in her direction. I am afraid that soon I will succumb to the curse she had foretold…I just hope everyone remembers my good deeds before they attempt to take me out.

Each day and night I am close to my savior. She does not speak and I am perfectly fine with this. It is nice to rest my own hoarse voice for a change. I have noticed how she communicates with me. The growls, the snarls, the way her ear flicks or tail twitches, how her cold nose will nudge me in whichever direction she wants me to be in. I am not bothered by it. She is kind to me. She is caring in her own way. She licked me clean. She allowed me to sleep so very close to her. Her warmth in the den was always inviting. Though I learned the hard way when I tried to leave the den on my own she quickly nipped my ear and growled and I understood that I could not leave. The only time she would allow me was if she left the den first and turned to look at me, almost as if, she were inviting me. I am not bothered by this. I can feel part of myself not liking it, because I am an adult. However, the other side of me pulls me back to my younger years – this white and red wolf acting like a Mother figure. Mother. She is caring for me as if I am her own and this…saddens me, but also makes me happy. I wish I was hers by blood. It has already been a few weeks and I have felt attached to her as if…as if I do belong to her.

My ebony form carries her scent now. Any scent of Iromar is gone upon my pelt. Earlier today I had been within her den, but I have noticed she wasn’t feeling well. I was concerned for her. When I got closer to her I had only wanted to comfort her, but she growled and snipped at me. When I rushed out of the den she seemed to relax and calm down. This is odd though. She would have never allowed me out of the den without her. Though I will take this opportunity to go fetch us something. Food perhaps. Though I must be careful should that one-eyed she-devil comes back for me. I must not leave my savior. I managed to catch a few giant hares and I laid them in front of the den we shared. I now carry within my jaws a rather large badger pleased with myself for capturing it. As I approach her den I catch an odd scent of another. Quickly I run over and drop the badger at my feet and shyly peer in the dark den to see my savior curled around two bundles. Their scent is strange and I notice that they are small and carry her scent and another’s’ that was oddly familiar. Yet I ignore it for now.

As my violet eyes gaze upon the pups and the new Mother I can feel myself grow jealous that they now have her attention and it makes me realize that I won’t be cared for, forever. My savior has pups now and she will not need me anymore. I want to stay with her though, I need to stay with her. I want to feel…loved. As I bring my head out of the den I grab one of the dead rabbits and place it at the doorstep, and nudge it gently towards her with a soft whimper…hoping she does not mind my presence. I back out and lay myself near the mouth of the den. Lying on my stomach with my kills in front of me. They are all for her. I lay my ebony skull over my russet paws as I give out a soft sigh and stare straight ahead with both ears pointed in her direction – ready to hear if she wants me to stay or leave.