More kids kept arriving and all the boisterous attitudes were beginning to collide upon HIs and NAMEs and HOW DO YOU DOs. The social scene was not my forte. I shift a bit in agitation, my shoulder brushing my sister's. It had been just us the last two weeks or so since I had raced from Iromar and she had given up life with our parents in favor of being my traveling and plotting company. Not much time to accomplish much. At least it was spring, I think, which meant we did not struggle so much. Plenty of meat to go around and easy pickings too with all the critters giving birth. I didn't feel bad when I had killed a youthful, long-legged fawn just this morning. It was us or it, such was life. Blackthorne had taught me that.

I feel a sort of skittery sensation like when a spider crawled across my nose. It seeps up my spine, down my legs, and I snap to attention with my nose flaring as I try to sink in all the scents. Part of me had hoped to see Prometheus here - it had been so long and I wondered what had happened to him. Wait... my eyes edge back towards that boy who had looked slightly familiar. Wasn't he Prometheus' brother? I couldn't be sure, I had been just a pup, but....

That sensation returns again and I am torn away from my line of thinking as I scan the area. My eyes seem to grind to a halt on the dual-colored masked eyes of a female. Her markings are rather striking, as is the worn-down look surrounding her. Something was weighing on her. Why I should care, I don't know, but I find this weird urge to go check it out. I nudge my sister and indicate that I am going to slip off to the side before padding away from Idrisa, or Izzy as she announced herself thankfully. At least she had caught on to my ruse of masking our identities.

I move closer to the girl with one ear cocked back towards the party and one towards her. I have to be careful - I wasn't sure if the Darkbringer was hunting for me or not. Something told me he would be. "Hey, you ok?" I say, my voice deep and gravelly, coarse like my grand-mother's had been. I was stout, with broad shoulders and a broad muzzle. A bulldozer, more like, with lots of muscle and power packed. When I finally finished growing I would no doubt be larger than my mother.