I'm not an assassin or a fighter by nature. I know that I'm built for it but I don't have the blood thirst of my father. I would fight to defend my family, my loved ones, those I care about. I wouldn't fight cause I like it. Amir has been training me and I feel stronger with every day. I've been running with him and Voltaire and learning a lot about fighting stance and defense. I know that learning from a legend will make me strong and I hope to be an honorable warrior some day.

The wolf seems much more steady on his feet up here. Sure, I live in a place of cliffs and ravines but I don't dance so close to the edge there. I stick closer to level ground cause it's all I know. He has bright orange eyes that remind me of pumpkins but then my own are vivid yellow so I guess we both stand out. I ask him a question, wanting to make sure I'm not just hearing things but his answer brings relief. He repeats what he said and I let out an exhale of breath.

His next question makes me roll my eyes a little and shrug.

"Well, I don't know about angels but there are nice wolves there."

My did didn't buy into the whole angels and demons stuff and he raised me and my brother the same way. There are no angels or demons. There are only wolves who are good and wolves who are bad. So far everyone in Diveen has been nothing but nice. They took me and River in when mom died and dad got exiled. They've fed us and taught me everything I know. He says it's nice to meet me and wags his tail so I return the gesture.

"Well, now you can say you have."

I smile. I watch with curiosity as the wolf moves closer and then says that he used to be scared to fall but fear is what makes you unsteady. I blink a few times, trying to understand as I look down at my paws then back up at him.

"Oh ok, that sounds like good advice. So Sven, what are you doing out here? Are you hunting or something?"