for wisdom will come into your heart,
and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul;
It was strange to stay in one place after wandering for so long. For many years of her life, she had been always on the move. There was no such thing as a lazy day in her past; there was always some new direction the shadows were pulling her in. Since returning to her homelands, she had no real purpose.
Still used to being in wild lands, Iophiel rested under the tree with her eyes half open, watching for any movement before her, while her ears tilted about, following noises. The habits of being on guard would not fade easily after her years abroad. Due to this vigilance, the sound of the other wolf’s footsteps announced his presence before his voice crossed her ears. She had already turned her head to face him as he spoke, her violet eyes still almost half-lidded against the sunlight.
She is not surprised at his words. There are no other wolves in these lands that she knows of that share her markings. The gathering in the crags still sticks out upon her mind. Her imprint is a strange one and she is hardly sure what to think of him. The shadows whisper of him constantly and she cannot deny that his soul calls to hers, but as of yet, he holds no place in her heart.
“There were many gathered that day,” she said, her quiet voice barely audible against the babbling from the stream near them.
“I am Iophiel,” she said. She saw no reason to rise. This wolf hardly seemed a threat. There was an air about threatening wolves that set the hair on her back standing up. She would trust her instincts where this stranger was involved.
discretion will watch over you,
understanding will guard you
| eight years | holds her own heart | Jumanji holds her soul | child of Azrael and Andromeda | claims no land her own |