Is this what Pater had felt like all those years? When his Zeivah had been taken from him? Was there sadness so great, too, that it threatened to consume them? She had barely eaten, barely done much more than mope about her den and take a slow, drawn out walk around the Spirane borders. Not even the snow had made her feel any different other than her brief encounter with the girl, RAINBOW. If it had been what Pater, Azrael and even Isola had felt then she longer wished to feel that way any longer. It was awful, far too awful for her to put into words. Swallowbane had not shown himself for over a whole month - she had watched the moon hoping he would return to her but no. At times, she thought she could have worn she'd found his scent but at a closer inspection, she'd merely found the old, stagnant remains of where he had been. What else could she do other than hope he'd re-emerge in the midst of the night?

For once, she'd finally decided to take a walk somewhere other than the borders, her slightly too-svelte form moving slowly around the central mountain. The night was cold, a little too cold for her taste as she shifted and weaved through the rocks. It was a first but she felt completely at home in such thick darkness - her external environment finally matched her internal one. More than often enough, she found herself starring almost absently at the summit, so much so that with a determined nod, she began the ascent. It was not too large of a summit, so much the same size as Trenus' own that she felt a pang of pain as she journeyed, pushing through the cold with whatever determination she had left. Where was she supposed to go? What was she supposed to do? She did not wish to return to Diveen - they did not need her. Spirane brought her pain with each passing day without her Swallowbane, and what else was there out there? Iromar was out of the question, and she could not even live with her sister, Aaliyah out of fear of Tobias. There... there was always Glorall where Sinopa lived. It was ruled by a Diveen wolf now - Dusk and Sulan. Whereas she did not know Sulan, she did know Dusk to be a calm woman - a Healer, in fact. Maybe this would be her last ever trek up the mountainside of Spirane. Maybe but then...

Something was there - someone was there. She froze, her body lowering slightly as she watched the other's form for some moments. Who was it? They had been cloaked in the same darkness as she, their figure so much darker and yet... there was something familiar about the silhouette. Something familiar about the way her heart began to thud louder as if beckoning the figure forward. A breeze, as subtle as ever, danced over the stone and with it came a moment of ecstasy that she had been envisioning for so long. Swallowbane - he was there, so close and yet her body refused to move in that split second. She wanted to dive forward, to feel his breath and to just... there weren't words. There weren't words that worked and besides... he did not seem as the same Swallowbane she remembered, no, no. He radiated with anger, something dark that Calista did not like - she flickered her ears back as she finally began her approach, purposefully sacrificing her grace so that her paws slapped along the stone to inform him of her arrival.

"My Swallowbane...," she called out, her voice quiet from lack of use as she once more halted some five or so feet behind him, trying her hardest to force a meek smile to her features, "You have been being here all along? I have searched and I have waited. I have... I have been missing you all the nights."