Scarred and now scabbed, I move over the land once again. Defeated by that black, crazy bastard. I would be back, I would always come back until my dying breath. Three years I have been in this place, one of those was spent on a throne - or the majority of one anyway. I miss the members of my pack, all of them - even Eyeless Jack. When I fell, they scattered to the winds, never to be seen or heard of again. My own knight, beaten and taking it hard, seemed to desert me as I traveled to Diveen. I would never see Seline again, nor Eric or their fine children. I had a soft spot for them all.

I felt something new, some new want or drive that powered me forward. Perhaps my grief over my loss or the loss of my family, maybe it was my recent loss that had me so. Either way, it was like a tick in my pelt. I heard the bubbling laughter, then the cacophony of voices, and my head is tilted to the left. My half ear throbs painfully, and I am quick to correct myself. Drawing closer, I do as I have always done. I sit, watch, and let the next prey item show itself to me. I am hungry after my fight, and sore. My back creates a tension you would not believe, and I find it is a little too much for me to bear. Sitting seems like the best option, currently.