Power, strength, pain, and fear, these four things called to the marbled stone wolf. His pads were cream colored and with every step he took, they became a marshy brown color. He was wading through what seemed like swamp lands. The male didn't really care if he got dirty, that was more his sisters feat. May the heavens fear the wrath of his sister if someone messed up her coat. He hated having to care for wolves after they messed up his sister's coat. It honestly felt like a betrayal to her rage and a betrayal to his pack for allowing her to be so spiteful. Alas it was not this wolves fault that his sister was one to fear. Pana on the other hand like to be the soft and sweet male that never got into trouble and did whatever was needed to help out others. He was the biggest softy in his old pack and the other males picked on him for it that were the same age as him. Being noble from his own pack the weren’t supposed to be rude to him. His parents were on the council and that meant the entire family was held in high standards. Though little Pana never said anything to anyone about the torment he went through. He didn’t want to see anyone in trouble because of him.

As his paws walked along the shore line he breathed in the scent of the ocean’s salt water beating against his nostrils. The grey wolf with his beautiful emerald eyes huffed, he wanted to see his sister to be near her, but he’d not seen her since they swam onto this land. Their parents wanted them to learn about different lands and learn about the things going on around them. Though Pana didn’t want to go, he was terrified something bad would happen to him especially now that his sister ran off telling him she’d meet back up with him again. He couldn’t make himself move from the Sandy beach. He whimpered as the waves his his paw pads. He wanted her to come back for him, she made him feel better and made him feel stronger. His father made him learn to fight and yet Pana tended to cower away from everyone. He whimpered even when a little ant ran in front of him. Again he looked out into the ocean. ’Gods of old, please send me a sign that it’s okay to be here.’