I must not travel far away from my white Savior. She who had protected me from the she-wolf that had the Devils’ eye. My Savior stalled Death in his tracks and allowed me the chance to continue on living. But I wasn’t really living if you think about it. All I did was dwell in a pack and be among wolves that did not care about me. I was so used to being forgotten. The only wolves that cared about me were the ones that were on High Council, but even they did not spend so much time with me. I was always alone hardly anyone came to see me unless they required something of me. I wish my presence alone was enough. There was one wolf that liked my presence, but he was not of Iromar. He was kind to me. Yes I remember that, he was kind, and he came to me without wanting me for anything. It was nice, but it seems so long ago.

Ever since I was attacked my mind has been a bit fuzzy. I am living with a lupine that does not speak and I am beginning to pick up on her habits – and they are eerily similar to Mother’s. Mother. She was the reason why I went to the outer lands to seek out for the one that bore me and abandoned me. If it wasn’t for her then I wouldn’t have been attacked and my Savior would not have come to my aide. My Savior acts like a parent to me. She is Mother now. Yes, I like that idea. She is Mother. She feeds me, grooms me, and takes care of me. I know I am an adult, but it is nice and I’ve never received that kind of treatment from anyone before. She has other puppies though, puppies she treats just the same, if not a little more tender. That is okay with me. I watch them when she leaves, but today I am allowed to venture out.

I have always liked to travel. Always. Although now I am a bit wary to do so. I do not want that one red-eye demon to come after me. I am far from my Savior, but I know she would hear me if I cry out. Quietly my ebony and crimson frame moves swiftly through the trees, my paws barely making a sound, as I stick to the shadows within my commute. It is the scent of familiar metallic taste that I catch on the wind. Puzzled I follow it and come across a tundra wolf. Bright violet eyes stare at him quietly for a moment as I lift my muzzle tasting the wind should there be any threats around. Cautiously I step out. The demon she-wolf had done damage to my neck and so that wound is still healing, the ebony fur slowly growing back.

Though it is my face that was destroyed. My real Mother’s face is similar to my own, though I have the russet mark between my eyes along my forehead while she has grey. The claws from that wretched she-wolf had gone over my face, and it too was still healing, but my face would forever be marked – just like Mother’s. I bring myself to stand before him just a few feet away, my eyes dart from him to his wounded paw as I tilt my head to the side. I am remain quiet though. I’ve always been the silent type, but I do lift my russet banner behind me in a small friendly wave, a nice gesture I think. I do not want to speak, at least, not yet. I want to give myself some time. Savior does not speak and perhaps she has good reason, so I want to test it out on a complete stranger to see if words were truly necessary.