The boys has grown so big since their birth. They were running around, playing and eating more and more each day. Azrael did a good job of keeping her fed and it showed with the thick layer of fat she developed around her tummy. Andromeda spent most of her time with the puppies, watching them grow and thrive. She had almost forgotten how she was stolen away to Iromar and the stress that it induced on her birth. Yes, things were pleasant now. Things were good and Andromeda was recovering from the loss of all of her friends from when the sky fell. The boys had easied the pain in her soul, distracted her from the ghosts of the past...but Andromeda was not to be at peace today. This day was a day different than all the rest.

Andromeda was laying in the mouth of the den, watching the puppies play and romp in the grass. Her yellow eyes were showing her content state. The dark female was waiting for Azrael to come home, though she knew he would late, as he always was. Andromeda yawned as she lay upon her belly. Yips and yelps of play all around her. Something else caught the attention of her ears though. Her dark ears perked at the sound of a howl in the summer air. A sudden stillness overcame her. Her facial features became muddled with confusion as she looked up to the sky. She listened and her eyes blinked as she contemplated what this howl was.

Her dark form lifted off the ground. She stood so tall, so regal as she listened so carefully. She tunes out the sounds of the puppies and concentrates strictly on the voice. That voice...she knew that voice. It was calling, for her. She felt frustrated as her tail twitched behind her. What was this all about? Andromeda looked down upon her boys, head signaling for them to get back into the den.

"Boys, back into the den. I will be back soon, no leaving, you hear?" she said to her boys, watching them go into the den before she took off. Andromeda moved slowly, her pace nothing to be proud about. She may be a tall, strong female thick with muscle, but she was weakened from the brith. It was only recently where she was well enough to go out like this again. Andromeda's mind was swirling though...she was confused as to who this voice belonged to, and why tell called to her. Andromeda weaved around the intricacies of Diveen, cautiously traveling towards the boarder. Iromar took her before, but she was not to be taken again. Somehow though, she knew this voice...and it was no enemy. The dark female inched closer, her form obscured by bushes and trees. Her yellow eyes gaze between the leaves and branches, looking for the one who had called. She felt her heart rushing as her yellow set upon this form...this form of a ghost. Andromeda froze, perfectly like a statue with her ears perked forward. She stared at him through the bushes in a hard silence. She could feel every little hair on her body rise and tense up.

He was dead. She was sure of it. It was a ghost, a thing that she had only heard of before. This thing was a ghost, a rude ghost who dare take the form of her Silver. Andromeda only felt a rage start to boil inside of her bones. It was cruel. It was very cruel for this to happen. She was just getting better. She was over the distressed state she took when she flung herself over the cliff of the crater...on accident though it did happen. Now, this evil spirit had come to haunt her, like the stories of old had told. Maybe she was a little out of it. Maybe seeing him again and alive after so many years of thinking him dead flipped a switch in her head. She was not completely herself, though when did Silver Tongue get to meet up with Andromeda and not get snarled at?

The star-crowned girl overcame her frozen state. She narrowed her laser yellow eyes, dark hackles raising and a growl forming in her throat. She smoothly walking out from the bushes, each step like silk upon the earth. Her fangs were bared as she showed herself, standing tall and proud as one should stand against a ghost. One paw was ahead of the other as she stopped and stared at him once more. Her fierceness did not dissipate. She was ready to show this ghost who was really boss.

"Leave this place, you ghost. You are cruel to take the form of Silver. Be gone and haunt me no more!" she said, her words snapping among the snarls and growls. She was not pleased, not pleased at all that some mysterious force had decided to trick her. Andromeda was confident though, as it showed with her high head and tail. No, this was not her land but Andromeda was defending herself and her sons. No ghost was going to linger in these parts, and she was going to make sure of it.
Seven Years - Soul of Azrael - Mother of Starfall and Guardian