“Thank you. I will honour that request. I do not command Diveen but I have friends in many packs, if you ever seek shelter in any of them I may be able to assist in gaining it for you. As for me and mine- if you ever need help, call and someone will come. One day, when I am King- I will repay you more fully.”

I meant it too, my lip quirking in a lopsided grin of sorts as I moved to stand once more now, pristine white pelt aglow in the sun, the silver tips of my fur offering their own unique sheen as I moved to step abruptly forward. Maybe it was bold to declare that one day I would be King and yet, well, to my mind it is simply the next progression, the next step- one day I aim to achieve it if only to extend my reach further then any mere pack wolf can. Moladion needed a hero or two- maybe that wasn’t me, I don’t think it is- but maybe I could untie those who had that potential.

“Be wary though Taika, Zeus has friends, Aides of Glorall is the only name I can give so far- I am told he is a friend of Zeus though I know no more then that. As for Zeus himself, he is a large, white wolf with one eye- Voltaire took it before he died. Be careful to whom you talk, protect yourself, I will not make it common knowledge you are assisting me and you may be best to do the same. If you learn something, come and find me.”

I was hardly asking her to plunge into the jaws of death and yet how many friends Zeus had I did not know, to ask question of the wrong wolf might very well put herself in danger and I would be remiss, I think, not to at least make her aware of it as a smile touched my lips once more and I moved to touch my muzzle to her own.

“This is a gesture used by Angels, it is hello and goodbye all at once, it may be of use to you one day.”

How or in what capacity I hardly knew, it was a gesture my family used amongst one another and yet, perhaps, somehow, it may help the black female before me one day to have such knowledge, withdrawing my own muzzle now before moving to turn away from her. Perhaps she was only a loner and yet a loner could travel far greater distances without being noticed or questioned. Zeus believed no one would stand against him, he believed I would not raise my own forces- maybe I enjoyed being underestimated, if not one believed anything of me, it was nearly impossible to fail and yet- for all those whom had died already, I held no intention of failure. I moved to step away from her then, white form gliding smoothly back the way I had come, making every effort not to touch any of the mud.

I really don’t do dirt.