I know what it is like to seek companionship. My Mother abandoned me. I do not know why, but deep down I do not think it was because she hated me. I know she hated my imprint. That was easy to tell, but with me I just do not know. She did not look at me with hate. She did not look at me with love either. Yet there was something there, something in her eyes that I just could not read, but maybe one day I will know. If I see her again. She keeps herself away from me. She is difficult to track and it saddens me that she stays away from me. Maybe she will come to me when the time is ready. Maybe then she will speak to me and explain why she sold my soul to Iromar. Within that pack I was left to myself. The others did not come to me nor did I go to them. Rather I spent most of my growing up outside in the loner lands traveling to the other packs to observe. I have noticed how close they all are to one another, and although I am jealous I desire for my pack to be that close one day. Maybe we will, but it will take a lot of work. I want to be close to others, but I find it difficult.

As I stand quietly and observe the odd wolf before me I keep a pleasant smile on my face. I silently wait for her to speak giving her all the time she needed. I do find it odd that she keeps chocolate head lowered to me in an awkward amount of time. I am nothing special. I never was. To lower ones’ head in such a very long state, especially to me, is wrong and I do not deserve such a thing. My bright violet eyes meet her pretty lilac ones, and I find them to be very pretty. When she flicks them past and away from me I am puzzled as to why she would look away. It is when she bobs her head up and down in a frantic manner I turn my to the side, puzzled. It is when she speaks, so very quickly, about herbs and plants that my tail wags side to side. So, she does know about plants.

Eagerly I take a tentative step towards her. I place my head directly in front of her. There along the left side of my face are deep wounds from the attack I had back in the Grotto. The demonic she-wolf with the one red eye attacked me, why I do not know, but she left the left side of my face ruined. My Savior did not know how to heal, and neither do I, but I hope she can at least help clean my wound. Softly I speak to her with my inquiry.

“So you do know about plants. Tell me is there some way you can heal my face?”