While I wanted my meal I wasn’t about to go digging into the dirt for a while to get them out of this burrow. Too much work, it was easier just to wait for them to come out of their hole and get them later. Plus with the prarie dogs about as well that could have been a whole system of tunnels with no promise of being able to reach them for some time. A waste of my time. It wasn’t like I had any aversion to dirt, I knew of my angel blood and heritage, even met my grandmother Isola while she was still alive, but I was not as prim and proper as my dad. I’d like to think I was a decent combination of both my parents, though perhaps most the time a bit more like my mom. Though my mom wasn’t around as much as I would have liked either. She was around for about my first year of life before she vanished then it was all my dad after I turned one. Once I was two though and able to fend for myself he had gone off with the rest of his family when it seemed a lot of the angels had gone… well wherever they had gone.

While I knew I was an angel I never really thought of myself one. I grew up in Iromar, away from all their beliefs but I am sure somehow I am like them. I have a certain level of pride that I wasn’t sure if my mother really had, but knew my father had. I didn’t want to upset her of all wolves, but I was pretty upset about how Halcyon had not thought his plan through in regards with Lazarus and I had to ensure Aranck didn’t think he was a waste keeping around. So I protected the lands only to ensure he was safe, then it rewarded me with getting closer to Lazarus too and thus his escape. I suppose in the end it ended up being worth it. Anything was worth keeping Lazarus or Aster safe. Though Aster did a much better job of keeping herself safe than her smaller brother.

”He’s always been scared.” I say matter-of-factly. Lazarus’ mentality of the world was precarious at best, but I knew what she meant. He was probably worse now, far worse. I can’t say I can blame him but at least I got him out and he was okay. ”But better is good.” I say with a roll of my shoulders. My ear flicks as she thanks me, I am not entirely sure why I never expected any thanks for what I did to help Lazarus after all, ”I was just doing my job, but happy I did good at it.”

She turns the conversation at the end to my mother and I wondered how my sister was doing. I think she’s still in Iromar, I probably should pay her a visit soon. We were sisters, and I loved her but I wouldn’t say we were super close like we probably should have been. I was very dedicated to my work, and while I am sure Aza was too in some fashion she was a lot more easy going and energetic than I had been. I realized I had been silent for a few moments, ”Ah.. Yeah. Me too.” I finally say in regards to my mother. I felt like I would have known her much more if I seen her now. Understood her. Alas though it was looking like I would never see her again, and honestly, that was just life I was figuring out. Least I knew she was alive out there somewhere.