There is pain everywhere when my paws hit the ground, when they leave. It’s been a long time since I last walked on my own. Left front leg was broken and stopped me from doing much. It would take a long time to heal, I know. It was all because of Diveen and their little torture thing. I suppose that is what happens when we tease wolves too much. It was fun. Stupid. Ridiculous!! But worth it. The life of Vague was ended and finally the first step on my plan has ended. Consequences are really boring. But they are part of the life as a mortal. How can they endure this? This is awful. But how else would the gods laugh and amuse themselves without the mortals’ suffering for the consequences. Not that I am. I’m not suffering. I am annoyed, there is a big difference between those.

I lost my right eye and broke my paw in the plan and had to limp, keeping that paw pulled up, close to my chest in order to stop the pain. It was all I could do. Unless I channeled my powers to heal it. But I’m afraid I would end up flying instead. That would be a clever solution, really. I’d never need to touch the Earth again, so no pain.

Now, my mission is different today. As now I rise my muzzle and release a strong howl, calling for Inanna. She would know it is me. She knew my voice and it wouldn’t be possible for other wolves to know it is me. I’m sure someone will see me from afar, though. But I’m not here for harm today. Enough kills and threats for me. The next parts of the plan will happen naturally.

Today I’m here for dear pillow. That nice girl who I met when Everlast came running to me with her. I wanted to see if she made it home safely after all that happened. Diveen was after me and I had been captured. Too many thing happened and I refuse to clone myself to meet her at the same time that I am being captured. I think my clone would go watch me. That would be quite a show to watch. I’m more interesting than her, of course, but… I care for her and having her think of me as a wolf who met her and disappeared is not enough for me. She needed to remember me as more. She could be sure I’d never forget how fluffy of a pillow she is.

My muzzle lowered and I sat down. Looking at the pack and waiting. She would come. I’m sure she would.