I sit frowning in my den, worried and scared and sad emotions I wholly am familiar with yet I let no one know. Hyrule tends to wander a lot and I dis like it because I know what is out there constantly trying to bite an grab and with his personality and looks, is it bad I fear some may place the dislike once felt for my father onto him? He wasn’t my father, but they were so strikingly similar at times that I felt as though I didn’t get my father’s spirit inside of me he did. He got nearly everything, his looks, his personality even and while I would like to think Father loved all my children equally I think Hyrule had been his favorite just a little above the rest. Orifel was starting to get a little more adventurous too, and while they were out of the den and visited less and less as they grew older they couldn’t escape my eyes. I saw them heads pressed together all the time then splitting apart as if they had been planning something. I don’t know what they are planning, but sometimes I think it has something to do with Orifel asking me for training in the old arts and Hyrule asking me to teach him healing. Orifel’s path is not so surprising, Hyrule’s however was. Little Nineveh, my precious daughter hasn’t seen fit to join in whatever it was they were planning though nor Jaeger.

Thinking of him brought a whine to my maw. He was the only one to yet leave us and he had been gone for a while now. I worried about my innocent little child. All I wanted to do was protect him and keep him as safe as I could from this world I know that would try and break him but I also knew I needed to give him space to grow as an adult too. I couldn’t watch him forever,and while I know his siblings would quickly pick up the torch it was good to let him learn on his own. Still his company brought me some comfort and having it gone when I already have so much to worry about did not do well for me. I didn’t want to worry, I wish I had control of such things less I start turning grey soon. Or maybe if I worried more I would become as white of pelt as my father. Maybe that was his secret instead was that he was once dark of pelt and became white when he worried far to much. I don’t believe it worked like that but it was a funny prospect. Still I did have much to worry and think on and Jaeger, while I worried for him I worried for someone else too.

My mother. She has been gone for some time. I feel like the last time I saw her was at myfather’s funeral… Since then I think I caught her scent once and then it was gone once more. Zeus, that wolf who insists on trying the patience of an angel has her. I am certain of this, I just believe some wolves wish to keep it from me since I have been so recluse. It was my mother though and I am an assassin. I hear the whispers of the pack at night and in shadow. I am no fool to know what is or is not going on. That is my job after all even if I don’t try to climb higher giving my father’s grandchildren instead the chance to thrive (even though many of them are my age even or not much younger) I still feel it is their time to shine. I give a huff then and switch sides, irritated that Achilles had chosen such a small party of wolves to handle it. But I was needed here, my abilities needed here and that was the end of that argument.

I am forgetting one very important thing in my life though. One that calls to me down the entrance of our shared den and the only one that I think keeps me as calm and rooted as I am now. Orion. My heart and soul, one that is forever kind to me. I have been doing better since father passed and it was mostly thanks to him and the family he had given me. It was still early morning and he didn’t always go and get me things I have grown rather accustom to the tradition of him finding something to jumpstart my morning

”Pheasant or hare? No white dove?” I say though really I wasn’t complaining simply having some nostalgia for my father in those moments. White doves were the perfect food for the angles, just as pure white as us and the most soft fatty and tender meat one could eat. Pheasant was close enough though. I stretch my small slender form out, coming from the den and immediately letting my emerald and violet eyes find the golden of my everything. ”Good morning dear, you are late.” I am teasing, clearly and I quickly close the small gap left between us and begin cleaning around his face and ears. ”Your fur is a disaster, I am guessing you knew you were late too and failed to clean up this morning? Hrmm?” I smile at him trying to be cheerful despite everything that weighed on my mind. I know he has been working hard for me to make me happy again before father passed away. I still wanted to find the hellion responsible for taking his life from him. Someday that wolf’s blood would be mine. For now though I was left with this obvious choice for breakfast.

”Pheasant is fine with me, Orion.” I finally give him the answer he actually wanted. I am not all that hungry. Worry does that to many though I cannot let my figure grow to skinny or fat. That would just be horrible so I will force myself to eat regardless how my body feels about it. For him and that is all.