He was drawn outside of Diveen this early morning. A morning so early, the sun had yet to rise over the horizon. He knew not what drew him to the fields near Diveen this day. He only felt the gentle shift of the wind as it grazed across his dark fur. Sometimes, the smallest of signs had the largest of meaning. The wind had always meant something more to him since that once fateful day, when he set his eyes on the red lady who stole his soul. She may be gone, existing only within small form of his daughter, but she had given him much with their short time together.

His dark paws carried the Diveen adviser towards the water up ahead. Things had calmed down recently, with the war long over. He no longer had to worry about the well being of Diveen residents as he did during that time. Vega was pleased to have Isola back. The young girl was so attached to those she had met over the past two years, but he knew she was getting more and more curious about the world outside of the bubble called Diveen. She held the blood of travelers in her veins, a thick combination of both Yojimbo and Pompeii. She asked more and more questions, and he would not be surprised if she will start wandering out into the world soon. It worried him, but he knew it was to happen eventually.

The male of a dark chocolate hue wandered with a calm serenity with each step. His light blue eyes scanned the dark landscape, taking in the thick scent of summer grass. Ahead, the darkness of night shimmer with stars starting to dim with the coming of day. The horizon was starting to glow a lighter blue, just barely. A time during the cycle of night and day that Yojimbo very much enjoyed. It was a very slow transition, watching the stars fade and their messages fading with them. His body slows as he comes upon the sandy bank, feeling the tiny grains between his toes. He lets out a gentle sigh as his blue orbs drop down, looking at the earth beneath him. His eyes blink, slowly turning to the water up ahead. He steps towards it, letting his front paws soak into the cool water.

He lifts his solemn gaze back up to the sky. He looks upon the stars, listening to their subtle words with his mind. They sing a quit song this early morning. A song so calm. He remembers when he met the female, Niviaq, and how she meditated in the stream. He then allows himself to close his eyes, taking in the feeling of the cold water on his paws. Listening to the wind, the songs of insects who still chirp in the night. The music of grasses clanking together. He will let his mind go, to flow with the now and rid himself of heavy thoughts of existence.