The hunt in Spirane had been spoiled. So many gathered in one place, it had to be perfect, and yet one small factor ruined everything for me. My eyes lifted to the reclining figure of my brother as he took a position upon a ridge to overlook the herd of which I chose my victim. Though there was a shift, I saw it on his face, the way his posture changed and it altered my plan. Something was not right about Arcturus and as I soon found out exactly why I became rather enraged.

With anger rolling off of my body in each step I left the mountains to seek a release. I was not allowed to cull his weakness for him and for that I was irate. He does not understand what this girl is to him, what she may do to him, but he will see someday soon. I must show him if it comes down to it.

The warmth of spring is not as inviting as many think it to be. I prefer to remain within the cooler regions of Moladion and relish in the freezing temperatures of winter. Yet I must endure another muggy spring and blistering summer before I am allowed relief from this hellish weather. My tongue lolls out of my jowls as I jog from the foothills of the mountains and toward the lake to cool myself down, only this area is plague by another gathering of wolves just the same. Narrowed black and blue eyes target the group as I lurk by in the shade of the trees, quietly forging a path toward the water before anyone dares to speak to me. I only want to wade within the shallows until my core temperature has settled, then I may find a pleasurable way to be rid of all of this pent up frustration.