Glorall can be a terribly dull place sometimes. I don't like to stay there too long of a stretch. I need to get my teeth into something sometimes. My brother rules Glorall, and my Mother is always standing by and watching like the hawk that she is. Eden runs the place okay I guess. Okay at best. Boring at best. Boring boring boring. I feel like I HAVE to leave the pack lands to get something interesting going.

I trot effortlessly into the fields, my mind wandering back to a time when me and Blackthorne totally gave that little tresspassing princess the scare of her life. My green eyes wander as I look about the fields. I wonder what they are both doing right now. If that little princess ever went and cried to her mommy. I guess not since no one came and complained, and now her mommy is no longer the Queen. Boo hoo. Get dethroned, little princess.

Perhaps I can have some fun. It is getting towards dusk. Perhaps a bit harder to remember faces as the night begins to crawl onto the land. My green eyes glimmer slightly as I lift my pure white head over the grasses. I look for any movement that may be odd.

There are sure to be some wolves out here. Loners that no one cares about. Packies wandering around, perhaps bored like I am. I know that they might be wandering around. This world is indeed teeming with life. Much of the life is pitiful and undeserving. From the very, very small to the large, only the strongest and smartest keep persisting. I was taught that those born from my mother were of the superior kind, and most others of the lesser. It was my job to find those superior...and perhaps squash out the more inferior types.

Ah, well, let me see where this evening takes me. I begin to walk lightly through the fields, taking in the scents. I actually keep a somewhat friendly air to me right now. My eyes are bright, and I smirk playfully. I even give my tail a wag here or there. Just friendly enough so I can get close to see what others may be up to around here.