I had no problem going to this thing that Aster had come up with. I let my white paws cross Iromar and into Spirane. It was a new place, and I got to see new things. Iromar was a rather wet place, and the drizzling that was the weather did not bother me in the slightest. I don't worry about getting dirty. Dirt is a part of life. Why let it get in the way? I sure as hell don't as I sniff the air with my dark muzzle.

I have not been to the mountain pack before. I am excited as I cross over. I move quickly, with my red-tipped black tail wagging behind me slightly. There are so many new scents here...so many new things to do and look at. I am tempted to try and climb to the very top of the mountain but...I don't think I am allowed to. Not that I wouldn't try. My eyes look up at the mountain longingly as I pause for a moment. Maybe we will go up there at this thing the Empress' daughter is putting together.

I snort and bound off, weaving through the sparse trees and pounding my white paws on the ground. I am not exactly graceful- perhaps a bit forceful with the way I walk. I am not exactly one for a refinement of that type. My mother was a woman who could get down and dirty to get the job done. I find that I miss her as I march towards the group I can now see. I still have my dad though- whose family comes from Diveen. This is Spirane though- and I am excited to take this thing on.

I see the group is already together and mingling as I come in. I do not hesitate as I march up to them, my eyes of green and blue wandering from one wolf to the other. I find myself seeing double, my white-mohawk head tilting slightly. Same looking wolves? How odd. I actually giggle a little. It is sorta cool. I wonder what sort of tricks they can play on people.

I can right on the tail end of Aster talking, and this other wolf, Jakuta begins to talk about being.. a demi-goddess? Daughter of a god? I have no clue what she is talking about and my face wrinkles in confusion.

"What is a god and why should I care?" I blurt out. "Perfect? Care to define?" I ask, not understanding what the big deal is. I look at them like I look at anyone- and there is no hint of me looking at any of these wolves like they are perfection or in any sort of particular admiration.

"I'm Azariah, I'm from Iromar like Aster. Got myself some family in Diveen, apparently" I say as I plop my haunches down. I lift a paw to shake some of the mud off of it, flinging it in the air carelessly, unaware of it gets on any of the other wolves or not.