I like to believe that I am the one to have stolen the strength from my brothers and absorbed it all for myself while in the womb. Sure, Mother has a plan for them, for us all, but her plan certainly involved for the superiority of myself, and perhaps my sister. I would say that I do not question the purpose of my brothers, but oh, I do. I just have not voiced it quite yet. My mouth is starting to...say things though, refusing to filter out regardless of my 'better judgement'. I am but a pup, they say. I am but small in a world so large. Yet, Mother has taught me much. Mother has ensured that I am more than the whining, crying, pathetic whelps in other dens. I am to be so much more.

I am not afraid to venture out in Glorall. My brother rules here. Eden. A creature favored by my Mother, I have noticed. I lope forward, taking control of my growing white limbs as they climb up a sandy dune. It is a larger of the dunes, touched with plants and wood here and there. It is perhaps a bit of a challenge, simply due to the sand and the nature of the stuff, but not too much for me to handle. I know how small and insignificant every little grain is under my paws, my larger form crushing them with ease. What a pathetic existence sand must be, to be trampled and used by the greater and larger. It is detestable.

I eventually reach the top of the dune, my pink nose poking out of the greenery as I look into the greater expanding world. My green eyes with darkness seeping through the pores stare out into the ocean far ahead. The sun is past the highest point, but not to the point where it sets and the sky changes colors. I still feel the hotness of the sun upon my pristine white pelt. I notice the constant waves of the ocean and the sparkle of the sun upon it. I huff, turning to look back at the world opposite of the ocean. I have gone beyond the outskirts of the pack, but not very far. I tilt my head as I look to the beyond, barely seeing large peaks in the distance and wondering what they may be. The ocean is a place that I...cannot go, cannot see beyond, and a constant source of irritation. Over there though? I can go there.

I smirk at my own contented thoughts, determined to go farther out tomorrow. For now, I do not mind sitting a top this tall sand dune that I shall claim as...mine for the day. Yes, mine. I sit on my haunches, my nose to the air as I shake my chest out a little in my own self-reassurance. My green eyes close for a moment as I feel the wind in my fur, my imagination running wild as I envision myself ruling those unknown peaks or the ocean that goes so far. Who says that I cannot rule the ocean and the universe itself?