There was more than one scar on me now. There was a scar hidden deep down within me that matched the jagged scar that went across my right eye. Father Nord had done all he could to help heal it but my constant blinking had reopened it several times until it was too late to remove all the damage. Truth be told, I was lucky to be alive, but I didn't feel lucky. I felt sorrow, great and wide and weeping, when I remembered that night. My papa had died for me just as Maddox had died to save me. I was tired of people dying around me and I clung to my remaining family with such resolve it was almost pathetic.
But then I have begun to train myself and harden myself. As my body grew, so did my intentions. A dagger of light. There was evil in this world and it would be me who would help root it out. A Knight of the Light. I was much more serious than I used to be but still, sometimes, I fell back into my old role of excitement. Today I felt a sort of thrill at visiting the two year old party. Rurik had left without me but then again, he had been sneaking off a lot lately, and whenever I did find him, his pupils were always huge. He had tried to get me to take those herbs before but I refused mostly out of a sense of guilt that our parents might find out.
In the distance I trail his scent, my nose to the air, my dark fur rippling in the warm spring wind. With each flash of my paws one could see my red paw-pads, but other than that grey on me and the black, I was just average. Small - a runt of the litter, but not any less than anyone else. I spy his gray figure in the distance and race to catch up, swift as the wind, coming to a jolting halt right next to him as he starts his yammering to the girls. My ears fall back in a sort of chagrin at his behavior but I offer a cute smile anyways.