I somehow feel joy in this moment. The sun is beating down upon my moonsilver back, and I feel to be flying I run so fast, a breeze ruffling through my silver coat. My eyes close for a second, my breathing almost seeming to slow, my running very briefly pausing, before everything returns back to simple running. I had heard the news. The muscles beneath my coat ripple with every movement, as I aim to join the children I am so proud of.

It has been so long before I had run with a goal clear in my mind. I have lived alone for so long now, doing as little to draw attention to myself as I could manage, and keeping well away from any pack wolves I managed to catch sight of. It wasn't that I hadn't wanted company, but up until now, I had needed time alone. Only recently had I begun to feel any interest in more companionship. I slowed as I neared Glorall's borders, my tongue drawing over my lips, and I remain quietly haunting the borders in wait.

I can smell them here, my Caligula and my Tesseract. Pale blue eyes take in the sight of Glorall, the light catching on the crimson swirling, yes I am the ghost that haunts. These are the lands that belong to my children, already have they eclipsed me. I am low to the ground, my head just watching, waiting for them to show themselves.