I am quite content with straying some ways away from my Saviors’ den. Ever since she had the pups she stays close to the den and spends her time with us. The little pups I keep myself at a fair distance from. This is their Mother and I do not want to intrude. While they play around with her I simply watch and ponder. My own Mother did not play as my Savior does with her pups. Mother only taught me at a young age the names of animals’ organs, or slices them up to show me how to kill correctly. There are many different methods and that was how I grew to understand the world. It is painful and it is cruel and there is no hope. Yet most of all I learned very quickly that being weak meant you were useless and you deserved to die – no matter if you were young or old. All was fair game. Yet when I watch Flare interact with her little ones I notice she does not speak nor does she show them how to kill. Sure they are little fluff balls and they drink milk, but even at that age Mother showed me Death and all its glory. I do not know much about play, but it does look fun. Every now and then I get up and walk around them as they try to tackle my paws and my red banner has been nibbled on plenty of times when I dangle it over their face as we lay down within her den together. She treats me like her own and makes me be groomed…even though there are times I think my pelt is quite fine. Yet I do not protest, I follow, because well…I like it.

Today though I felt the need to stretch my legs. I don’t really have anywhere to go to. I know I should go back to Iromar, but I feel….at a loss there. I know the High Council cares for me, but for some reason I just feel more like myself when I am with my Savior and her pups. Tobias has not harmed me on his visits and Riven…I think is displeased with my presence. Yet I am sure she understands that my Savior, her Mother, wants me here…and there is nothing I can do to leave her. I don’t necessary want to anyways. I know one day I will have to return to the swamps, but I just…my mind grows hazy when I think of them. Here my mind is free and as I move around through the woodland I feel a different sense…it is indescribable right now, but I know I like it a lot. Though I have finished with my wandering and it is time to return home. Between my jaws are two plump hares that I am sure my Savior will appreciate it. Though she will hunt for herself no doubt. It is just a snack, a token, of my appreciation of her. But as I move through the tall grass bordering her den I notice a familiar scent edging closer.

While the tall grass sway back and forth I can see that there is something moving towards me. Puzzled my ebony skull lowers and I see a pair of molten red eyes blinking within the emerald greens. Lifting my russet banner high I sway it side to side excitedly. I am pleased to see the white pup with the beautifully framed face. My russet ears twitch in his direction as I hear his excited yips. Tilting my muzzle down I allow my cold nose to gently brush into his side, keeping hold of my kills, content to interact with him. I place the dead rabbis between my front paws. I know with my Savior she does not speak and I ponder if she is deaf or if she cannot understand my vernacular. Though I do speak to the pups, and to her, not knowing if one day anyone would understand what I have to say. A smile begins to tug on my muzzle as I allow my cold nose to gently press into his side, turning him into the direction of the den. Softly I speak not knowing if he will understand or not, but I try all the same.

“Hey little one…come follow me back to the den and your Mother and brother.”

I grab my two rabbits and easily step over him allowing my banner to trace along his back and lift up at his head. Knowing full well this may entice him. As I allow my tail to drag along the ground I turn my head around and thrust it forward towards the direction of the den, using movement to communicate with him, bright violet eyes watching him should he follow. I hope he will because I am sure we can play there if he comes. My tail sways side to side as I let out a muffled bark hoping so that he would follow. After all I want to make sure he returns home, alive, for if he doesn’t I am sure the Savior and her mate will kill me.