I was born, I live, and I expect to die someday. Between here and there, I hope to experience many things.

The chapter of my life as yet UN-sung:
The Windsong Runners

They don't run be the same rules the rest of the world does. When you are a nomad, you have different priorities. When I left my Pack to learn from the human hunters, I joined another pack. A human pack, who called themselves The Windsong Runners.

I learned a lot from them. They are free people. Different from the people that wander the market places looking for some food and a good time. Wolves, not sheep, though they are neither kith nor kinfolk. Truth is truth, and heart is heart, no matter what decent creature within which you may find such things.

I ended up leaving them about a year ago to make a stab at living on my own. It was lonely and hard. I can sleep anywhere if I'm tired enough. I learned how to get along without them because I had to. It was not so bad. Leaving my twin to educate myself was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Now I return to the shores of Beware, a true Slayer. I return to my sister, my mother and to Oriencor, Pack Alpha. I know she can show me what is between the world's sheets, so I will be patient. Watch, listen, and wait for the Wyrm, my prey, to make a false move.

And keep my shining bright sword clean.