Boredom. Once again it creeped up on him as he meandered about his activities. There wasn't much a pup could do, but that didn't stop him from doing what he thought was right anyhow. As practice, he would occasionally patrol the borders. Though he mostly stayed out of sight of rogue wolves. They were unpredictable, and he was sure they would take advantage of a pup near the borders. Today, his task would bring him to a new part of their territory which was seemingly growing. And this place was certainly a sight. He walked along the edge of the ancient river bed, the light bouncing and reflecting off of the marble stones that stuck out from the ancient ground like skeletons. With a sigh, he sat down on his haunches and stared at it. He felt so lonely... "Speech"

The Marble Wash had become the structure of his crown, proudly situated within his mind as he would marvel upon its brilliance; sinking low into the valleys of its bed. But it was not the craving to appreciate his territory that would drag the albino King from The Pines, lured instead by the presence of his son; the boy that seemed troubled by the confusion of his mind, and the child that so quickly became a watched prisoner. His presence on the battlefield that day had been questionable, but as his daughters had told it, he mingled with the enemy; perhaps not so much her forced pawn as a poorly made decision. Somewhat void, Isardis would approach the child from behind, pausing a meter or so from him with an expression of curiosity, ?Your home is unlike any other,? it was a reference directed to not only the marble, but the boys luck and wasted privileges.