Territorial Musings

Since I died, my life has never been better. It's funny to say it like that, but it's true. I have devoted myself completely to the will of Sykala and he has rewarded me for it. The pack is formed, though it is still loose at this point. We will only grow stronger with time and purpose. Soon, all will know that the eastern range is only for those who follow the way of the Balance. Any others will learn it to their misfortune.

Equally good, though vastly different, good news arrived today. The Marquis has accepted my proposal to court his daughter. I am equally humbled and elated by this news, having wanted to hear it for so long. Despite our difference in age, she understands me like nobody ever has. She is my personal Balance, allowing me the freedom to step away from my other pressures. The love I hold for her knows no bounds.

There is at least one man who won't share our pleasure in this news, though he will never admit it publicly. Kelindel has mastered the art of being too subtle for his own good. "I only want to get to know her better." Bullshit. You want to get to know her better because of who her father is and what it could bring to your House. I have to hand it to the man, though, despite his ambition he has never put words to it completely. He'll be able to slink away and nurse his pride without any being the wiser. Except me. A wolf always has an escape route when things get tough. Unfortunately, so do weasels.