It sickens me to think that my brother and sister are running a pack. I know how packs are run, I grew up in Iromar until I went to Diveen. They were run very differently. I know only cruelty from my siblings. I can only assume they treat others in their pack the same way. I am comforted to have Everchime far away from them...and yet, there is a part of me that is locking up because of it. A part of me that is churning knowing that they saw me with her. They do not know we are imprints, bonded together in souls, but they know we are at the very least friends. That is enough for Caligula, I would think. She is a silent, sinister sister, and there is part of me that thinks she would use Everchime to get to me. I am not completely sure though, it just a fear clinging to my very heart. Caligula is threat not only to myself, but to my soul. To know that Everchime has been exposed to more danger...just fills me with sorrow.

I am, however, much more comforted and less panicked with each tender touch of Everchime. Our bodies may stray a step or two, but we always find out way back. To have her touch is a blessing, the reason I live and survive to this day. I cannot leave her side ever again unless she wished it. I must remain as her shadow...silent and ever watchful. I may not have both of my eyes, but I can watch in many ways. I can see her form. I can smell her subtle perfume even in the most distant wind. I hear her every footstep and cherish every breath from her being. She is beside me, and this is a thing to be a happy and content about. And yet, we are not in a safe place. The lands outside of a safe pack are dangerous. I know we need to find a home, and I need to get her there safe and sound.

I keep alert as she takes up my offer of a drink. I listen and I look for the slightest sound of trouble that may be lingering in the brush or trees. I and tense, with my fur tingling for any sort of threat that may befall us. And yet, when her eyes of autumn leaves grace my form, I can only find my own golden orb straying back towards her, my light, as the sound of her voice cleanses my thoughts once more. She speaks of my siblings, my one good ear falling a little as she does so. I then feel her nuzzle into the side of my neck, her brown form flooded in the sea of my black shadow. I do not know what to stay in this moment, as I usually do not know. The words jumble in my mind, and she speaks once more before I can formulate my feelings into audible sounds. It takes me a moment, once more, to think on what she says. A place in the north, a new place. I am a bit...apprehensive about visiting a new place. There is an uncertainty of safety, but at the same time, Diveen was a new place for me, and it turned out to generally do me good. I give a slight nod, leaning my muzzle in to nudge her neck slightly.

"If you want to see pack, we go see pack. We need...home, so we be safe. Danger only out here. Good pack, mean more eye and ear for safety. I...one eye, one ear only," I say, my deep voice shying away as I admit my...disadvantages in protecting her. I know that a good pack would help protect her more than I ever can. It is a simple truth. I pull my muzzle back from her own neck, my golden eye searching the grass and brush before turning it upwards at the sky, determining which direction to go based on what she had mentioned. My muzzle hinted with a dark grey motions towards north-west, a direction as far away as possible from Glorall. A direction I like already. I then turn back, searching her expression, feeling her for any sign of want from her. If she wishes to leave, we will go. If she wishes to rest more, we will stay, although really, I want to get her somewhere safe. Somewhere....somewhere safe. I am not sure where that is. I am not sure what that is. I only remember the dark, wet under hangs of Diveen where I would linger alone, a distance away from Azrael's den. Azrael made me feel safe. I already feel a slight...missing for him. He brought me to safety to begin with. I know there must be more like him out there. Good wolves. I will hope that the good wolves live where Everchime wishes to go. I am sure, where she goes, only good can come. This, creates a small smile on my scarred face.