I had been silent, as my mother had been silent. Since the fall of the one called Jaidah, both of my parents have been scarce, leaving Rapier, Melisandre and myself to our own devices. It was not a bad thing to be so solitary, I find I am preferring it to any time spent with others.

As a matter of fact, I am free to explore my home and my tastes as I please. So far I have discovered a knack for catching animals with wings and the ones who can burrow into the ground, though I am not so fond of the way they taste. There is so much sweet in their blood that it makes my stomach turn. I needed something with more bite. So, my nearly one year old self gallivants about, my pale russet almost looking pink in the late evening light. I know it will not take me long to find what I am searching for, I know where they live.

i move silently, my coat whispering against the tall brown grasses of my home. I have grown into a sort of habit. Stalking these creatures and moving with them, my young form unassuming as they make their way toward the prey lands. A hunting lesson from the borders of Asteraia, and I get to be the hunter. They get hard to spot, but my eyes have never failed me, I make my way slowly, keeping down wind of the competition. I watch their yearlings, each of them left behind in turn in what the parents thought would be a safe place for them. Apparently, the parents are taking on too dangerous of prey, and decided to leave the young ones behind.

When the parents are safely too far away to hear their children scream, I make my move. I waste no time, the other two looking in my direction as I move in for the kill. They are both smaller than me, my guess is winter's last litter, but they will make good meals. My aim is for one of them, and as they come to greet me in their naivety, I smile as if greeting old friends. To them I am, I have been putting down the ground work and getting these two into a secure sense of ease with my presence. "Hi guys, wanna play?" I say in my dulcet voice, the saccharin tones moving toward them and making them eager for my idea. I run at them, tackling one and ripping at his throat when his back hits the ground. The second one is oblivious, and I whisper into the other pup's ear, for him to lay still. Then, as the second comes in to investigate, I make the same move of tackling and ripping.

Their trust endangered them, their innocence allowed them to die. I moved the bodies of the pups back into Asteraia, licking at their throats and making soft purring growls as I do. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I closed almost everything off from around me. I plucked them, and laying over one, I feasted on the other. It was divine, an answer to the itch in my throat as the wolf cub coats my throat. This is what I had been looking for, thrills and kills. I am always good at finding things.