I did not expect the visitor whom is coming to the den of my Kane and I this day, though surely I should have perhaps been more prepared for such a thing. I had heard of that which is happening within the lands of the free and it is the cause of a pain most great within my chest, merely another to add to that which already swells and stings with each breath. I do not know why these things had occurred, it is not being my place to question the role of fate and yet perhaps it is merely myself that I is having to blame this day. Perhaps had we not let the plains of Diveen……he would still be alive, my Sulan, my wolf, my warrior and brother to Zen- mate of my own Heyel. I cannot make this right and I cannot fix it though indeed if it may be done I will seek to return justice to the family of Sulan and all those whom were hurt by the one they is calling Zeus. I had met him, once, though my mind had perhaps forgotten him as one is want to forget over the days and weeks and months as others arrive and others leave and pack is made busy. Perhaps that is the first of my follies- to have allowed my mind to forget the white male whom had demanded of me what I could not give and would not give. Was it his ate for myself that had seen him turn upon my wolves? I cannot know and yet my mind is filled with a grief most potent and most painful, so much so that it is I am given to turn my head from my Voltaire in this moment for surely….I have failed in this regard.

“You may be entering, my Voltaire and we may be speaking if it is what we wish though I is needing to say that I is…sorry my Voltaire, so sorry for that which is happening.”

They were brave my wolves, so very brave, from Voltaire to Micteca- each was deserving of praise and pride most great for that which they is doing that day most terrible and indeed I would assure that they was receiving of it, as soon as it was my own mind had found a peace most needed. My Achilles had not yet returned from his time within the free-lands and indeed it was still that my mind had been greatly worried for Heyel- perhaps I would seek Zen, speak with her this evening if still I had heard nothing, though already my mind had returned to Voltaire once more as I rose to my paws to offer him proper greeting, muzzle touched softly to his own before it was I stepped back to let the violet of my gaze rest upon him. There was so very much to be done and perhaps it wa most selfish of myself to worry for Heyel when others is most surely needing me more, my Father pressed from my thoughts now to offer all that I had to give to Voltaire alone. I knew not what had become of the body of Sulan, though perhaps it was so he was desiring a funeral of sorts to be held, a memorial perhaps, something by which Sulan may well be remembered. His mention of Amir however, saw my eyes widen in surprise perhaps.

“Amir? Is he being most well? What is it my Voltaire?”