This place was way different than Iromar. Having only lived in the bogs my entire life, I find that the mountains are nerve wracking. They are a lot less dangerous as a whole - no alligators to worry about and such, but it was filled with thicker bouts of trees and step ridges that could collapse at any moment along gravely walk-ways. I had taken some time to scout the upper ranges in my curiosity, my laziness overcome with the need to check the place out. Ya know, make sure Kahina wasn't hiding in some cave ready to come throw me off the mountain. Might not have been a good idea because I was on the ridges while doing so. Ah, well, good thing she wasn't there and the rest of the mountain wolves didn't seem bothered by my presence.

It was just another pack, I tell myself. One that held my imprint in it. It was weird, this bond with her, and I was prickly constantly because the bond made me wanna do stupid things. Like sniff her, lick her, get near her, stare at her while she was sleeping. That was WAY unlike me and it left me more foul tempered than usual. Each time I snapped on her she snapped back but she seemed chipper for the most part. I felt a sort of completion in me being around her, as if her own feelings were rubbing off on me. Not sure why she gave a shit about me, I was a bit of an ass to her, but I guess some girls liked that. Maybe she was one of them.

The constant howls from the south and distant territories had me skittish. Whatever kept going on in Iromar was frequent and violent from the delighted cries. Pine had been a decent ruler. Uneventful except that little thing with the assassin and murder. The usual for Iromar. Whatever was going on now felt wrong, as if the world had shifted on it's axis. Maybe its just cause I knew my sister was there plotting death.

Mine, most likely.

My legs felt a bit wobbly from my walk up and down the ridges so I head back to the den Aine had shared with me. It was cozy enough I guess. As far as dens go. I sneeze as a wild flower brushes my nose, it's sweet scent immediately drawing a disgusted look from me. I make sure to stamp on it with my large paw as I pass, a smug look on my face, and trot down the mountain to find Aine scratching behind her ear. I smirk at her, plopping down on my haunches unceremoniously. "Got a problem there?" My voice is mocking, challenging, because I sensed she blamed it on me often. Caught her glaring a few times I think. I was just daring her to tell me what she thought of me. "Cat got your tongue?" My euphamism is filled with amusement, trying to further prod her. Whatever that glitter in her eye, I didn't like the look of determination.