I keep having that dream about her. I don't know who she is or what she wants, but she drives me from my bed with her great white gnashing fangs and those damnable light green eyes. She yells at me, talking nonsense, screaming, whatever she does it all frightens me and I hate her for it. I am naturally a fearless thing, not hesitating to find out what I can even if it is dangerous. But, this female, whoever she is, scares the hell out of me. Once, she was chasing me through the forest, screaming out and snarling as she hunts me down like a deer. I always run, no matter how fast I go, she is always right there, those teeth parting to tear into me. I don't know what I do to make her so angry, I don't understand what this phantom could possibly want from me, but it is enough to drive me from the warzone of sleep and into the waiting clutches of pre-dawn. I always wake before the sun, I like to tell him good morning, and to let him know the moon was looking for him. But, this morning I ignored him, and simply ran.

Usually, I would instigate trouble with others, but tonight's dream had been particularly bad. She was calm this time, though I could tell she was scheming by the look in those pale green eyes, she spoke to me, told me she would have me one day. She said she wondered what I would taste like when I got there with her. After that, her face changed. Her fur melted away and left only the rotting skin of the dead, and she leapt at me with that horrible face and her wounds would not stop oozing this black stuff, and it was terrifying. I had forced myself to wake, and rose silently as I do almost every morning, to watch the sun come up from the horizon. This time, I ran to the heart of Diveen, my secret place was hidden there. A beautiful place, wedged deep in the canyon, I felt safe enough to let go of the weakness most call crying. I wish I didn't have to see her face when I closed my eyes to the stinging tears, but it flashes up anyway and I am crying harder, willing this creature away.

When I am done with this embarrassing thing, I dry my face and lay near the still waters of the underground pools that I found. I know my brother will be upset when he wakes up, I won't be there again. But, sometimes a girl just has to do what a girl has to do. I stare at the pool I have found today, noting the way the open ceiling above me lets the cavern have its own upside down sky. The dark navy blue of the waters were dotted with tiny white marks of the stars, and I lay there watching as they faded and the water turned lighter, wisps of clouds visible on their still and reflective surface. It is pretty here, and maybe one day I will bring my brother to this peaceful place, just to get some quiet time for him. I am sure that all the turmoil within him is my fault, but that doesn't mean I can't try and fix it. I smile, tears finally breaking free of my eyes, one rolling into the pool and making ripples in it. My heart feels better, and I am ready to go back and face the day.

I look for my Adonis, hoping that I can calm the storm I know I created. Daddy has taught me how to track, though I have found it takes much more patience than I realized. So, I go back to the den, finding Mother still asleep. I smile and lick her cheek and turn to go and search out my brother. My nose is to the ground, pretty silver head low as my golden eyes look about, following the trail he has left for me. I move over the land and finally find his dark form, grinning ear to ear as he comes into view. What I don't like is the other wolf present, and I instantly silence my steps. Annoyance creeps into my gaze, turning the usual softness of my gaze into hard stone. The fur along my spine raises, but I force the want to hurt the girl down, lifting my head. I hadn't even realized I had lowered it in my aggravation. I smirk, moving silently to my brother's blind side, stepping so close to him the silver of my coat meshed with the charcoal of his own. ”What if I found you first? That would mean I win...riiiight?” I flash a charming grin at him, hoping to douse the flame of his anger with playful banter. To the girl, I let my smile widen, ”Hello. I don't think I have seen you around before. Are you lost? Because by your tone, you must be.” I situate myself so that I am sitting half under and half beside my brother, keeping my back to his ribcage, my own tone seeming to suggest a threat, but...maybe that is simply my annoyance at her presence. How was I to know who this Heyel was? Or what made him – or her for that matter – so great.