Chal

[Icy]

. . . A king

My name is Chal,
Like shale,
Meaning Ice.
I am a male wolf,
Not yet two years.
Yet I will be king.

. . . In armour

Strong and lean,
Tall and fine,
My fur is spotless,
Brilliantly white.
My bright eyes,
Sparkling emerald.
A well bred wolf,
From a warrior clan.
My pelt is my pride,
No wolf is finer.

. . . In blood

My parents,
the best warriors.
Their names?
Pointless.
Without siblings,
Mate,
Or children.
I am a free wolf.

. . . In temper

My clan exiled me,
Not long ago.
To them,
I was conceited,
Self righteous,
with a terrible temper,
a true mad wolf.
All lies,
from simple wolves.
For I am superiour,
And I will be king.