Eyes of multiple hues instantly regard the being whom approaches me in this hour of the day. Sunlight beams down through the canopy of branches and illuminates the world around us both in such splendor. I am young, barely a matured creature, and I am still learning so much of myself. Every day I am evolving and developing characteristics that I never knew existed within me, yet this is how my life thus far has molded me.

He is a striking beast to begin with; his contrasting hues of black and white certainly causing him to stand out amongst the greenery of our surroundings. His mask is similar to that of my own half-sister’s marking in a small way. ”Mm, yes, from the tumultuous storms to the gentle flow of the river. You understand it,” I agree with him. My demeanor is far more amicable in the midst of a stranger; whereas when I am with Exodus I feel as if I am an entirely different being all together. It is strange to have such a dynamic difference between the two scenarios and yet I could never imagine myself being so blithe around those I do not know.

He introduces himself formally and questions my motives for being at the borders of Glorall, to which I simply offer a smirk and respond. ”Tristan, I am Bellatrix, and yes I do aim to be initiated into the pack,” I pause for a moment as my gaze moves to look around him. ”It seems that your alpha is late or sends you to welcome me in his place?” I question him, wanting to know whether or not he is capable of allowing me inside the territory or not. Either way, I am a bit discontented that the alpha himself has not made his way to my position as of yet. Was it not his duty? Then again, I am and always have been but a loner meandering through the world, perhaps there are little details in each pack that I was unaware of.