Sila could prove to be useful in the future, depending on where the future lead exactly. In the meantime her friendship was a welcome break from the long few weeks of solitude that had befell me on my trek to Molodian. Being a loner had its benefits, but so did having a pack, and Sila could be beneficial there. But there was still much to weigh on, and I had yet to see much of the other territories. There were always the gypsies but their overall appearance of being infinitely happy was quite unappealing through my eyes and I could hardly see myself living amongst them.

I bring my attention back to Sila, who seems quite excited at the prospect of journeying to the swamp lands. A kind smile graces black lips and my voice has a joyous ring to it, ”Spring it is. And it so happens that I do like flowers, perhaps they will mask some of that swampy smell.” I crinkle my nose at her and not long after we set off into the forest and far out of range of the smelly bog. When we reach the fields the air has cleared completely of any remnants of the swamp, and what lingers in my nostrils is quickly cleared away by heavy breaths of clear air.

The view is a breath taking one, emerging from the forest and atop this hill let our eyes see for miles. The flat lands letting everything be seen by the naked eye for miles upon miles. But the tall heavenly reaching mountains of Spirane held a certain homey feeling, even from a distance. The emotion was bittersweet, as it brought back the sour memories of the darkness that befell my pack, but my heart still longed for the familiar mountains I once called home. But those were not the mountains I looked at from our vantage point. No these mountains I had only seen the front doorstep of, I did not know their cracks and crevices like I did my mountains. After my mention of my old peaks, Sila makes a sincere sounding apology and I can’t help but let loose a cackle. ”An apology that means little, for you have done no wrong. It is a long story, and I don’t quite feel like telling it, so perhaps another time.” I finish with a cheerful grin and a soft paw aiming for a light tap on her shoulder.

I was not too oblivious to not notice her nervous behavior after such a risky question. I was not the type to take offense to curiosity, and my response was honest and true. If one day a need to tell my tale arose and Sila was around I might be convinced to reveal my past, but that day was not today. Sila’s voice brings my attention back to her. "Something happened there too," I follow her eyes to Spirane and listen closely to her next words. When she is finished I give a shrug, ”I once loved another so much that I was home so long as I was with him. In the end I end up with no home, and no one to love. Life isn’t always fair to everyone, in the end there is always someone who will lose.” My emerald eyes have grown hard with the unpleasant truth I have spoken, but I only speak of experience and from the bitterness that has grown within me.

I lighten my eyes and put a more pleasant expression on my face before pointing my nose in her direction. My voice is no longer bitter, but it is apologetic. ”I apologize, I have seen wolves live much more fortunate lives than me. You seem a kind soul; it would be unnatural for anything horrid to occur in your life.” I give a light laugh before continuing, ”So! What to do now?”