I am happy when he returns his muzzle against mine, the feeling of his nuzzle is quiet soothing in a way. I am always happy when he is around, I am content and I feel as if all is right in the world. I do not know why he, out of all the wolves in Moladion, would come here to Iromar to see me. I am always sad when he leaves, but I understand the land of the forests is his home, and I could never ask him to live here with me. That would be selfish I think and I am not a selfish wolf. When he presents me with the beautiful white feather, I cannot help but marvel at it. What sort of bird it came from, I do not know, but this is quite a spectacular looking feather. It is pristine, it is pure, the shame shade of white without any sort of dirt or flaw. Both of my red-trimmed ears twitch back and forth as I listen to him explain that feathers were quite important to his family. That he is part Angel is rather surprising. I assumed the Angels came from Diveen, and if so, then why would he leave them? It is not my place to ask and so I do not pry, but I merely nod my head in appreciation of the significance. It is when I notice how he is staring at me, and not the feather, that I shift my eyes to his own. As he begins to explain that he didn’t want to live in Taviora anymore I stare at him in puzzlement not sure why he would want to do such a thing. When he gently asks me to accompany him to Diveen to meet his parents as his mate, I simply stare at him in shock.

He wanted me to be his mate. ME. Why he would want someone like me I do not know. I am not myself. I am different, I am cursed, yes cursed. Why would he want me when my own parents did not want me around. I was born from an Omega that claimed his parentage was to Demons, and he an Angel, would take me at his side. I don’t know what it feels like to be chosen for something before, but he chose me to be his mate and I for one am proud and shocked at the same time. As he mutters and squirms I cannot help but give him a small smile. I take a bold step forward and gently press my muzzle against his own, my pink tongue slipping across his muzzle in a soothing manner. Softly I accept his invitation to being his mate, my heart and mind soaring as my body trembles slightly with excitement.

“I...I...I would be very happy to be your mate, Starfall. You will stay with me here in Iromar, yes? My den is rather large you would fit so easily here. I am sure our new King will accept you.”

Boldly I take another step forward pressing my chest against his own as my muzzle slides down his neck and to his back, wanting to be close to him as much as possible. I am so grateful and touched that he would want to have me for perhaps the rest of our lives. For the first time I do not feel so alone. I feel accepted. I feel wanted and it is such a thrilling thing to feel. As my tail sways side to side I take a step back looking him over, hoping to find as much excitement and joy as I feel right now. With another wag of my tail I nod politely taking up his offer to meet his parents and I hope that they do not mind me. I know I am not much, I’m nothing really, but I hope they accept me for me...just like Starfall. I don’t really know much about being a mate. My Mother never had one, but I think my role is to do what Starfall wants me to do. So, I guess if he wants me to go see his parents then I will be happy too. With a small smile I nod my head eagerly.

“I would be happy to meet your parents. They are Angels, yes? They...wouldn’t mind me?”