Life. It was a crazy and hectic thing once we went back to what used to be Moladion. I cried, thinking of the fact that Juno was no longer with us. And thinking that I had failed her. I was only able to save Hera and thinking about that always brought tears to my eyes. I was a sucker for crying, apparently. But today I wandered, leaving Hera to figure out what she would want to do with her own day today, exploring the crater was what I had in mind. Meeting new friends? That was a very big possibility.

There were times when I swore I smelled him. Poseidon. Sleeping near him and carrying him and hiding him that last day engraved his scent in my brain, and I would never be able to forget it. That's why I was so confused, when the gentle masculine scent of Poseidon would reach me, my heart would summersault and my mind would race a million miles a second, but I would never be able to see him. His little body as I last remember it, the gray form of his body, the white marking that traveled along him, and the deeper brown that was just barely beginning to take its place on him. But he'd have changed some by now, if he had somehow made it out, right?

I shook my white and red head, refusing to spend so much more time dwelling on the past, dwelling on my horrible mistakes. The sections of the crater had been interesting so far, thats why when I came to a place where hundreds of little bunnies were running all over the place, I stopped in my tracks. My tri-colored eyes watching them. Some were white, plain white and fluffy, some black, some brown, and then there were the spotted ones of any of those colors. My mind was racing. I watched as the wolves began to pick out the ones they desired most. I realized I should hunt as well, catch enough to satisfy myself and then bring enough back to the den for Hera. Yes, yes, I would do that.

I had finally caught my first one, a black bunny with brown and gray spots, it's breathing had finally stopped after I shook it, only to lift my eyes up and see him.

The gray, white and chestnut brown boy who I would know with my eyes closed. His scent came wafting towards me and I shook my head. Not wanting to believe that it was truly him.

“Poseidon.”

I hadn't realized I'd spoken until after the fact. I wasn't that far away from the boy and the group of wolves he was with. It couldn't be him. I shook my head. I had to be dreaming about that.