[PurpleBox]

For the first two days after his escape, Tristan was pursued by guards, he hadn't gotten far into the forest before it was dark. Normally the dark was a friend for him, a quite, comforting time where he could sneak around as a pup to try and see the stars in a open area of the pit.

But, the pale blonde shifter had not even seen the outside of the city ot the pit since he had been small. A young pup that had been snatched from his family in the northern most mountain.

Every couple of years The Rounds special trained soldiers made excursions into the northernmost forest and mountains to take children from the wolf pack and the bear clan. Equipt with silver weapons and magic that kept the human bodies warm in the harshest climates of Storkall.

Those where not fond memories for Tristan, he remembered the day he was caught though, very well remembered it. It pale skin still held some criss cross scars across his back from being caught in a silver net, after all the younger a Shifter was the more effective the silver. That was one reason that The Round tried to capture young pups and cubs, who were not strong and who would be vulnerable without their families.

Tristan came to the base of the first mountain after the third day. His clothes had been destroyed days ago when he had killed that low level guard, shredded form his transformation, not that Shifters truly needed cloths... if they were cold they could become their true shape to keep warm, and that is just what Tristan had done for the past three days.

He had to turn back to his two legged form eventual though... if anyone saw his true soul shape, a pale, almost white wolf, they would be terrified. "Because that is what The Round had told them all." he muttered to himself, his voice ragged from not being used. Most Shifters in the pits talked to themselves... after all what were once a people that trusted one another no matter what their true soul shape was,were now so untrusting of each other that it was very rare for a shifter in the pits or mines to trust someone outside their immediate family.

Tristan had no family in the pits... he'd been the only pup taken from the mountains the year he had been taken to the pit. Suddenly a scent found its way to Tristan's still sensitive nose. It wasn't a human or elven scent... it smelt of earth, stone, forest and sweat. Someone was living here, who wasn't part of the mining operations of the Round because Tristan could only smell one person's scent....

Curious but cautious he tugged at the heavy leather collar still fashioned around his neck, the lock was silver, the skin it touched felt no sensation anymore... and bore a scar that looked very old. There was no way in either form for him to get it off so he had left it.

Slowly Tristan moved his mud, dirt and twig dusted body through the underbrush, moving closer to the scent, it soon gained a feminine aspect to it and that intrigued the lone wolf even more. His blue eyes seemed to glow from the shadows, something he couldn't stop even if he wanted.

Tristan didn't know a lot about his own kind... he knew what lore still lived on in the pits... but since he had been born outside of the pits he KNEW that they had more lore...he just didn't remember it all...getting hit over the head as a child would do that. The closer the got to the scent the more he felt his stomach begin to grumble at him...he'd be fine... he hoped.

As much as he could eat the flesh of another person without blinking he preferred to save that as a last resort.... beef or deer was much better, the area around his lips was slightly blood stained as well as his finger from the small rabbit he had found last night.