I had grown more comfortable with Iromar. It was an adjustment for sure. I still do not feel easy around the sea serpents that linger in the murky waters. I will never be okay with them. They are dangerous and have eyes seemingly void of anything. I have gotten to know the ins and outs of the pack though. I spend my time learning and exploring. I always find it important to know every escape and every fallen tree, and with a pack territory, that takes time.

I am also glad to have spent my time with Aithne. I have grown so close to her, yet she is my beating heart and my very breath, why would I not? I never thought I would be so taken by the bond that is called the imprint. I have always been one...protective of others. I have always protected the weak and even the strong in moments of disadvantage. I always try to do good and right, but this bond is so different. I drink the cool waters of life simply to see her with my lavender and blue eyes again. She is my reason to live, but I do not push it upon it. I am around when she deems it and when she allows it- even though I try to stay close as much as possible, with the lizards with big teeth always a threat that needs to be warded off.

I wonder of many things as my shadowed form touched with silvers and russet linger in the gentle snow that has begun to fall. It is not sticking to the ground quite yet. It is a cold day, with cloud lingering above as a grey blanket covering the blue that comes with the sun. I know that things have not been easy for Aithne. I know that Raven has been gone, and she was a friend. It has not been easy for me either and I understand the loss. My father left Iromar shortly after we came. I am left only with my sister Vesper as family. It hurts to go from a tall, strong family to being broken up like this. I do worry of Cersei and how she fares in Glorall.

Even still, I feel something else is not right with Aithne. I am driven seek her on this day. I move through Iromar with purposeful but delicate paws. I know that it is becoming winter and the scent of female will be growing strong on her. I hope that she will still wish to be around me, that my presence can comfort her. I move slowly and deliberately, my black paws inevitably touched with mud as the flurries continue through the air. It is eerily silent on this day. I can hear the wind playing in the trees. I find a small clearing in the swamps, where the land is dry and still touched with green moss. Trees are thick around the area, but I do not sense any gators in the area. I sit on my haunches, wrapping my multi-colored tail around my paws. I lift my dark head, my grey jaw reflecting the grey light as I sing a brief song for Aithne's ears only. If she wishes to appear, I would be honored. If she decides not to, I will admit I will...naturally hurt when in other situations perhaps I would not feel as so. To be rejected a meeting with an imprint would be torture, but it would be something for only me to bear if that were the case. I sit tall, my body well formed and in its prime. I hope she will allow me to see her alone, but I understand if she does not wish it.

Praetor
Six-No Love-Soul of Aithne-Prince of Glorall