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"There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..."

I find myself needing time away from Iromar so I head over the borders and into the free lands, wanting to see what or who I can run into. Maybe it was that large gathering at the crags that threw me off. Seeing other wolves find their other half and yet I find myself still blinking at everyone in puzzlement. What's the big deal about an imprint? I watched Andras go insane after losing his imprint, Lillith. I told myself then that I never want to find my imprint because I never want to feel that helpless just because of someone else's death.

When I saw the way the wolves were looking at each other...I didn't know whether to be jealous or disgusted and I couldn't decide just what I wanted to feel. I'm lonely, I'll admit, to myself just never to anyone else. I've pledged my life to being something in the pack and I got my wish through hard work and perservence. Being Commandant of Iromar has given me something to dow tih my life and I like defending my home and tose that also call it home. I never thought I would be best friends with anyone, especially my own alpha. Aithne and I grew close before she was queen of Iromar but time has only made us closer. I'm happy to see her happy with Praetor but I guess it really makes me think about how alone I really am.

I have no family to talk to. My parents abandoned me as a yearling to go have more children in Diveen and then they disappeared altogether. My siblings have disappeared as well. I found a younger sibling in Lucem who decided to stay in Iromar but I haven't even seen him around in a while. I have wolves to train in Iromar but it doesn't take up as much time as I'd like it to so still time to think. Before long I find myself in the middle of the forest. When I hear twigs crackling, I look over to see a younger male stepping around. He almost looks lost. I can't help but smirk a little as my tail twitches. "You're a snow hare in all these fallen leaves. I hope you're not planning on hunting down lunch like that. I'm afraid you might starve first."

My orange eyes twinkle slyly as I wait for his response, ears pricked forward as I stop and hold my ground.