To say I actually understood what this female wanted might be a rather marvellous stretch of my imagination, for all intents and purposes she merely seemed to enjoy the history of the Angel Wars in Moladion against the, well, they never were Demons now were they? They just liked to call themselves that. Perhaps it’s better to refer to it as the Angel Wars against the Wolves From Iromar Who Thought They Were Scary and Who Lost Every Time. Wolves who had, truly, paled to Tobias, a wolf whom even they had refused to allow in their ranks. Amusing that. Why the female before me seemed so truly interested though I hardly know and I suppose I hardly care. There were many, many wolves who knew what I told her, many whom surely had the same opinion and others who differed, the information I offered no more then half Moladion already knows and yet she seemed to find entertainment in the tale all the same. Even I had enjoyed Heyel’s stories as a child, so I suppose this was no different. Although I doubted I held the same flare when I told them. After all, they had been Heyel’s stories, not my own, mine, I hoped would be far different when the time came for me to tell it. Besides, the land no longer holds any need for Angels and False Demons, those things are better left in the past. If the female before me has any hope of one day seeing False Demons again- she can, as they say, dream on.

I landed effortlessly beside her, my height matching her own and yet truly she was a far lighter creature then I anticipated her, my own form significantly more muscular and I was hardly heavy. Build, however, meant very little in this moment as I simply gestured for her to lead else tell me where exactly she desired to go. I saw little harm in accompanying her, at least for a time, no one said I couldn’t take excursions from my pack when I desired to, right? The white of my form moved to pace beside her own with relative, red-back ears pricked forward until her words found me once again, one ear turned towards her as the violet of my gaze frowned ever so slightly at the question. The Hierarchy of Diveen? Well that’s a little broad for a question.

“If you are asking as to how the ranking system is set up and the details of the inner workings of Diveen that is not my information to give you. If your merely asking as to who the Alpha is, then it is Solara, daughter of the previous Alpha pair. Details about how Diveen works will come from her if she desires to tell you of them- which I doubt very much. You can try though.”

I allowed my lip to quirk ever so slightly, chuckling easily at the words, teasing her good naturedly really though the answer remained the same. I would talk of the past and the roles wolves had once held, I would tell her of history as I knew it to be but of political matters that existed in the present- well. I’m not nearly that foolish. It was an utter inability to understand the inheritance laws of Angelic Blood that had seen Covet come undone in such terrific style and those are secrets that should be kept. Ha. To think that fool of a creature believed he could choose whom led the Diveen pack, as if he believed he held any actual power. It was only the shortest reign in the history of, well, reigns. Longer only then the wolf he had tried to give the pack too before Achilles merely walked back in with a veritable army in tow and balance was restored. It only took about a month. The whole thing was a bit of a joke really- at least to my opinion.

“What is your name, by the way?

I crested the small rise that saw the end of the trees and a split into the open sky and free land once more, head turned briefly towards her own, one eye lifted in expectation. Although truly if she gave me her real name I would be rather surprised. I missed this openness, at least a little, my pace quicken slightly if only because such an open space really should be run upon. I suppose politeness though, dictated I stay beside her as we approached Diveen at last. I had little doubt I could enter the pack, yet I had rather a lot of doubt my companion would be forbidden that and I truly so no reason as to why she should, my form moving to guide her towards the border line with utterly the worst view of Diveen possible. As I said, I’m hardly foolish. She had wanted to see Diveen, this was it, I was merely showing it to her from the least advantageous angle possible. Angels are famous for half-truths you know.

“Well this would be Diveen, or it’s far border at least.”

The scent of Guardian lingered strongly here, a border patrol having only surely just gone passed, the faint scent of my Mother and Azrael lingering too. Hmm, interesting group to patrol. Azrael would surely have found that entertaining. The violet of my gaze lingered momentarily upon my home, or what had once been my home. I had grown fond of the forest, I was content there, though I would always enjoy the plains of Diveen.

“It’s not all that remarkable really. No winged wolves flying about.”