the only way to get rid of

temptation is to yield to it

I am not going to lie, I am nosy. I like to get into other people's business. I like to know what is up. This had led to my advantage. I am not afraid to get what I want, and Aithne was kind enough to oblige. I had learned all about this wolf and that he needed to be punished. I now apparently have my own personal slave. I have never really thought of it too much, but I am pleased with this. I get to like...order him around and stuff. I think it is because I have done such a good job securing the borders for Empress Aithne. She must have noticed and allow me to order this prisoner around. Today, I am going to go see this...thing, this wolf thing that is to be mine to order around and tell what to do. Apparently Aithne will hurt him if he disrespects me. I think Aithne is pretty cool Empress. I want to be more like her, and perhaps I will be able to threaten useless prisoners with my own strength.

So I trot on with my inky black paws touch with the mud and dirt of Iromar. My devilish fur of blush red shimmers in the light, while the blackness on my head and back seems to be flat in how dark it is. It really makes my sapphire and sky eyes stand out even more. I am not entirely sure where this wolf is. I know it is somewhere around here. I then see the movement of another wolf, but it is one I recognize. I lope forward and follow him, as perhaps he knows where the prisoner is. I am a bit far off when I initially follow, and by the time I get to him, I only hear the last few sentences of Halcyon's words.

I come to be next to Halcyon, a few feet away as I allow my eyes to fall upon the male. I can tell immediately that this is the guy. Aithne told me about him. He is not of pack. He is a pathetic looking thing, with his ears stuck to his head like he is dead. I find my teeth rumbling from my lips before they peel back into a dark pleasure of a smile.

"Look like shit, smell like shit. Well, you must be the piece of shit that Aithne was talking about!" I say with a hiss, my tail raised with the slightest of a wag. My eyes flicker over to Halcyon, my dark skull turning his way.

"His name? Did you hear? Aithne made him my slave. His name is whatever I want it to be. You wanna help me name it?" I ask, my dark velvet head tilting curiously at Halcyon. My face was much kinder towards my pack mate, but the moment I turn it back towards the prisoner, I bare my teeth aggressively at him. He is ugly, and thinking mistakenly that the spot he had chosen for himself was safe. I smirk once more, before looking back at Halcyon for an answer.

Belhara