I had wandered Mol,adion with my sister last night, and the warmth and protection of my sister was enough to soothe my mind for a while. I was moving through the scenery with no caution and no hesitation, which to some might seem like a terrifying idea.

Suddenly I become tense and edgy and I stop silently besides the den I had dug out for myself, pale lavender eyes roaming over the interor and tune out all surrounding sounds as I notice that it is empty and that in and of itself is strange. In the very context and background I notice an unfamiliar and intruding scent had seemed to be chased b y him away from the den, and I turn and trace the trail, keeping myself hidden in case the intruder escaped Phobia and decided to come back for me.

I nearly shake right out of my fur when I came across the scent of spilled blood and even more familiarly my Phobia's blood, and I race over to him and look on in horror at the scarlet lifeblood dripping from his midnight coat, and a horrified, and, undignified, shriek escapes my muzzle. I sidle up to his side and I will allow him to lean on me if he needs to, and I don't care if the blood stains my fur, because he is mine and I will take care of him.