The silent wolf made him feel the most uneasy. Perhaps it was the way she sneered at him or the way she laughed at him with no voice. But mostly, it was her eyes. There was something powerful deep within their gaze that made Mihr tuck his tail further under his body as he pleaded for his life. The other girl could talk and she spoke with a voice sweet like honey. Her demeanor was the polar opposite of her sibling which, strangely enough, did little to put the dark boy at ease. As she rose to her paws, the boy did his best to sink lower to the ground, his pink eyes looking at everything else but hers. It was instinct that told him dominate wolves didn’t like direct eye contact. He was submissive, a smaller, and more feeble wolf. With tail tucked, ears pinned down, and body low, his whole being screamed that he was no threat to anyone.

The other girl spoke of the ocean and told Mihr they are born from it. With his colorful imagination, the angel could clearly see the waves crashing on the shore and spitting out wolf pups. For now, he believed her words. What else could he do? It would be a long time before he had the “birds and bees” talk with his parents so he was left to the images and tales that came with youth. As she circled, Mihr couldn’t help but return his attention back to the vicious wolfess who had first attacked him. The way she looked at him made him think she saw him as nothing more than a play thing, a toy to be used at her pleasure. Was this how it felt to be a captive? Diveen had had its fair share of stolen wolves and the child couldn’t help but wonder if this was how they felt when they were brought to an unfamiliar pack.

Suddenly, there was a second attack and the black wolf pup yelped in surprise rather than actual pain. So startled was he that he didn’t hear the playful giggle that came before the pounce. Visibly shaken and beyond terrified, Mihr could only whimper and whine pathetically as the sisters continued to play with him. "I’m sorry! Please don’t eat me! I won’t ever come back, I just want to go home. I don’t want to be a prisoner." It was a sad sight for those who may not understand what it’s like to be an omega. The sand under the pup had suddenly become wet as he released himself out of sheer fear. The young wolf needed a softer touch, a friend who would be willing to help him feel better about the situation he currently found himself in.