I was not meant to be a Mother I think. I mean my own Mother didn’t stick with me until the touch of the first frost. But she did teach me what I needed to know. She showed me how to hunt. She pulled apart the dead bodies to show me how each organ worked and what their purpose was to be. She was teaching me, showing me, allowing me to embrace Death. Most Mothers play with their young, but she did no such thing with me. She taught me to be a survivor, to be a killer, because she knew...she knew I would need to know all these things. My Mother took care of me as best as she saw fit and if leaving me on my own was needed, well, I guess that wasn’t a bad thing. I mean I’ve become one of the highest ranking wolves within Iromar and Moladion. I have done well for myself. The one thing I didn’t know very much was how to protect myself. I was still too young to be taught how to fight. I should have been taught by someone when I got older, but I never got the chance. I am learning now. I have to. Things have changed for me...and they will continue to do so. I don’t know if I am truly ready, but I think in the long run it will be beneficial for me.

As I emerge from the only den I have ever lived in, I catch sight of the familiar white wolf that I have accustomed to as creature I will allow and accept within my presence. He has always been kind to me and I do not see him as a threat. Though I can I feel his eyes upon me. I think I can actually feel has his curious gaze accidentally puts me in such a scared state. I haven’t really ventured off within the pack. I’ve kept Jinx and myself away from the others. I do not mind it when some of them come and chat with me, but it feels awkward. I feel uncomfortable and it is not their fault. For a moment I stare at the hare. Everyone has been providing me food. They are being kind I know, but I do not think it is helping me be...stronger. I don’t know how to describe it, but I think...I think I need to fend for myself. I need to pick myself up...that is what Mother would want me to do I think. I will have to discuss things with her, but I do not think I am ready to admit to her...everything. When I hear Eden ask me who the Father is I cannot help but sit myself down, as I lower my head in shame. I shouldn’t look so shameful, mortified, or embarrassed, but I am, and I am afraid to know what he would think of me. Softly I speak explaining it all to him, as best as I can, as my violet eyes stare at the dead hare.

“I was raped. One of our members captured him and he’s become our Servitor, the same rank my Father had. He has to drop food off for me every day. The others...they come to check on me...to check on...her.”