The pure white boy was set on his task. Get into Diveen secretly by any means necessary. He didn’t want to show himself too often, the real him that was and it required him to adjust himself and be instead, a girl. He had been attempting to better cover himself, finding better and better things to make him the young, flirtatious female he wanted to be. It was working, he was finding things that set into his fur, making the change last longer . The only bad part of it was his eyes… His eyes held no color, no pupil no nothing, something he truly only shared with one other. His father. They were gems of his family both of his brothers sported the pupil-less eyes but both of them also held a little something extra that at least gave them so color. There was no way to change this, not that he could think of it was really impossible less he beat his head into a rock. Well he had a way of potentially using it to his advantage too. Not today though, he didn’t think himself skilled but with a different design and different character he would make it possible. Today though he would do his first one and further perfect the first of many.

The now female had her fur marked up. A thick line of black down her spine and a bit on her chin, top of muzzle and her right ear. His right ear really, but he had tobe in the mind, he was a girl. He always hated girls, but some strange reason everyone liked a damsel, like they were safer or something. His build helped with that too he looked like a cute little girl and sounded like a girl, or so he was told so it was what he was going to do. She tossed her fur lightly when she was done rolling in a bed of crushed pine and started over the rocky terrain towards the angel lands.

Never, he decided her name would be, that day when he first tried. When he essentially just let all his instincts take over allowing him to get so close to one of Iromar’s enemies. He had no idea, Istas bathed regularly and thoroughly to keep the swamp smell of Iromar from his coat he even made his own den now that bordered so close onto the loner lands. Today in his disguise he would scout he edges of Diveen and perhaps find more interesting things to dye his coat with. Some things changed his scent strongly like the pine needles that he had crushed on his coat and someday he could see himself posing as another packs member. Someday maybe, for now he was still learning.

His long legs made it easy to traverse the uneven terrain, he had been here before, when he had met his nieces of his half siblings he was told to avoid. They had claimed they had rights to Iromar, that their mother and father owned the free lands. So innocent and foolish he was not to know it then but now he was aware and perhaps he would be able to sneak in the bed of one of them too to gain information about Iromar’s water pack neighbors. His family was so different from him. His mother sought glory, his father was a seer and Vain swore he could do the same. He wasn’t sure what Wraith was doing but still he would show that he could do something good too, that his self-preservation and his form could be good for something. Time would tell and hopefully he could find an easy in into Diveen to gather information about Iromar’s angelic enemies.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why