Hopefully I would never know the pain of being taken from my home and family. Of course, I don't have much family left besides River and the siblings and half siblings I may never get to meet since I don't know their names. Dad was exiled from the pack a few months ago and mom lied down one night and never got back up again. I guess that kind of makes me and River orphans but we don't sweat it. We have the pack's support to keep us going. I'm training with Amir and I trained with Sulan and who knows who I'll be training with next! I'm gaining friends both inside and outside of the pack and I can't get enough of exploring the free lands. It's not that I don't like Diveen cause I love it there and I don't see why I would ever leave but I do enjoy seeing new places and meeting new wolves. There's just so much more of a world out there!

I'm not sure what plans I have for my future just yet. I know I'm growing up with every year and I should be choosing something to specialize in but it's not so easy for me. I want to be a good warrior so I can defend my pack and I also want to be a good hunter so I can provide for my friends and family. The only thing I'm not really interested in is assassins because they kill other wolves and I'm not so sure that's what I want to do. I got attacked while out hunting with Sulan and it wasn't fun. The wolf mnage dto bite my leg and it took weeks to heal and there's still a shallow scar with no hair to remind me of what I almost lost. I looked in that wolf's eyes and I knew he was going to kill me and he wouldn't feel bad about it. Somehow, I found it in myself to forgive him right then and there and even understand why he felt he needed to kill me but now that I'm past the attack, I just don't want to end up as someone's lunch or dinner.

I maneuver along the edges of the crags but I feel unsteady, my balance unjointed as I waver and totter. That's when I hear a voice telling me to trust my feet. At first I just look around, my head snapping to and fro as I try to figure out where the voice could have come from. Is that a voice in my head? Am I going crazy? I hear stuff like that runs in my family so it pays to be cautious. They say dad got exiled because he went crazy and attacked another wolf. Will I be like that? My lip quivers at the thought and I hastily step away from the edge as I turn on my heels and that's when I see the other wolf. I let out a breath of relief since it seems I wasn't hearing voices in my head but first I have to make sure.

"Did you just say something?"

I ask as my ears prick forward, hoping beyond hope that he did in fact tell me to trust my feet cause otherwise I might be in trouble. The wolf starts speaking again, introducing himself as Sven of Spirane and I wag my tail.

"I've heard of that pack! A mountain, right? I'm Exodus from Diveen."

I give him a big smile, showing just how friendly I am. He jumps down and heads toward me and he looks so confident on this uneven surface that instantly I'm envious. I scowl and my ears flick back.

Aren't you afraid of falling?"