It had been some time since she had roamed the lands that made up Blossom Forest. The silver phantom was prone to constant travels, to go this way and that and never stay in one place. But that did not mean she did not return, to at least one area. And that was the packland of Munashii Gekko, where she had met Kong, Noche- Serris, the Alpha. Time had passed between each and since, and she did not know if any were still around. But when her silver polished paws carried her to the border of the territory, she knew Serris remained but caught no whiff of Noche. As for Kong- well, she did not even dare to think he would be around. It had simply been that long. Though she had made this place her home, she respectfully remained on the outskirts of the border. Other wolves undoubtedly inhabited the pack, and it was doubtful any might know or recognize her. And so she waited for any that might be drawn near, not bothering to call out and announce her presence. If the pack was stable and running well as it should be, someone would be with her momentarily. Miya had learned patience in her numerous years of life and it was with a calm serenity that bright silver irises rimmed with a deep burnt sienna roamed all around herself.

The land that made up Munashii had always been her favourite within all of Blossom. The dark foliage that kept out most of the suns rays made it easy for the silver laced wolf to remain hidden within the shadows. Especially on a night such as this one, with the luminesence of the moon filtering down in places to reach the forest floor. When she passed beneath one of this places, the light upon her pelt seemed to glimmer and enhance the already quiet, ethereal beauty she held about herself. And now, as she waited to ponder upon the pack border, she took it upon herself to relax. While some would remain standing, she was quite at ease as she slipped back upon her haunches, wrapping her thick silver stained tail around her front paws. Dark grey and silver streaked ears are perked forward, taking in all sounds around her and remaining alert. She was tempted to simply find her way within the pack itself and seek out Serris, but she was more than content to remain where she was- rather curious to what wolves now lived within Munashii. Dark creatures as they had been when she had first stumbled upon the forested land? Or were they knights, saviours, such as Kong had been?

Perhaps they craved that of flesh- wolf flesh, as some did. All wolves had their secrets- Miya included. She harboured a past history of horror and blood and the taste of sin. Most of such was behind her, her journeyings having calmed most of what had always raged deep within her core. She had learned much, kept her thoughts and mind open in her search- but for what exactly she never truly knew. Even know she doesn't know what she was searching for, or if anything at all. Perhaps she had only been flexing her being, expanding her knowledge of the world and of life all in one leap. Perhaps it was her destiny, to forever wander and yet always return to the only place that had ever truly called to her. One never knew what Fate held for them, and the only way to find out was to move forward, and this just happened to be the silver phantoms specialty.

'Talks like this'