For the first few weeks of my life, I stayed in the den as did as I was told. I would play with my siblings and drink greedily from Mom when she came back from a hunt. I was content with my life, but there was so much more to the world and I wanted to see it all. Adventurous spirits could hardly be contained and so, without saying a word to Sparrow or Finch, I set off in no direction in particular and vowed to not return until something exciting happened.

By mid-day, my tiny legs grew tired and I had to rest for a long time before setting off. Several minutes later, I found a softly flowing river that seemed to cut into the land and divide the two banks. For a moment, I hesitate as I catch the scent of some wolves I am not familiar with. But the moment passes and I make my way up the banks in the search for a way to cross. I do not fear the strangers who are sure to be close. As far as I was concerned, my parents ruled over the whole world and it was mine to explore and the others would just have to move aside.

The river was too deep for me to cross, but it seemed there was a fallen log that had been purposefully placed there many years ago for the sole purpose of crossing the dangerous waters. How many other wolves had travelled this way before my time? Shrugging the thought off, I made my way carefully over the water. Once on the other side, I bounded happily into unfamiliar territory and began to explore a world vastly different than my home. The ground was soft, soggy, and smelled strange. The grass was tall and mostly green with trees looming over her in scattered areas. Giggling in some reeds, I didn’t notice the foreign pup until he growled and demanded me to come out.

I paused in my solitary playing to stare at the dark boy, my speckled eyes wide with wonderment and, I admit, a slight nervousness. Wait, did he just order me to do something? Didn’t he know who I was? Assuming the same position Mother often held, I walked as gracefully as my awkward paws would let me. My tail was held high and waved from side to side slowly. My ears were held up along with my nose, so I was forced to look down at the boy who had wanted to see me so badly. "You speak with Wren, the Princess of Diveen. What do you want, boy?"