It’s flying fast, and it’s flying far. Swift, pure white paws carry the sleek frame across the land, her mind focused so intently on the avian beast. For weeks it had been haunting her, interrupting her journeying and finally she had given in to the urge to break its wings. The wolf was not a usually violent creature, but the Raven was relentless in his endeavors. If it had only been a physical thing, she would not have cared, truly. The physical world meant little, while the spiritual and extra-terrestrial world was everything. And that abominable Raven had not only been a physical presence- he had been with her in both spiritual and otherwise. That and that alone was why the wolf followed with such urgency, hardly caring where it was the black creature took her, so long as she eventually got her jaws on him. Bright eyes of violet and sunbursts of gold around the pupil focus on the sky above, though soon there are many trees that hinder her sight, bringing a frown to her most lovely features. If she lost him, he would surely find her again; less this was his idea all along. Ravens were crafty fellows, and she would not put it past him to have an ultimate forever in mind.

But, the deeper the wolf went into the forest, the pines overhead thickening and the trunks adding in numbers, the more aware she became of a particular scent. It was one she knew well, though had not come across in years. In fact- any of the scents that went along with this one, she had not picked up in the same time. Years had passed since leaving her birth land and her family without looking back. Ambitious angel blood coursed hot through her veins, and in order to achieve what she had, a departure had to be taken. But now, it seemed, was her time to return, and all thanks to the Raven. Sudden movement in the distance caught her bright gaze, and immediately she is heading for them. Starfall is but a year older than her, but she remembers him, even if their Father and him did not get on very well. She wonders though, if he will remember her and her face, for it has been a long while since knowing it. At five years old, she is indeed fully grown, and though she does not stand quite as tall as her brothers and youngest sister, she is still above most, boasting the coat of angels with speckled angel marks atop her forehead, crowne of her skull, and down along her back to taper at her shoulder blades. The shadow of the night is not entirely lost though, as her muzzle is enveloped in a charcoal tear drop, flowing down along her lower jaw to her throat and chest, all the way down until the tip of her tail.

Her brother is all charcoals, onyx and crimson, few star dustings upon his very tail. The closer she comes, the more she sees, and the more excitement she also feels building. In the back of her mind she knows she is within a packland, one she did not know or was familiar with, but this was her brother, part of family, and he was just within reach. Surprisingly, there is but another Raven haunting above him, though when she glances up to her own Raven, he is all but disappeared. Narrowing her bright gaze, it is cold as it hones in on the Raven above her brother. This would be the end of it, once and for all. The next few moments is, luckily, when he decides to attempt to strike again, but Iophiel is there before him. Slender jaws snap shut firmly mid wing, jaw jerking down to somersault the avian out of the sky and toward the ground. But she does not release, oh no. She is not a cruel creature, but her ivory and crimson speckled skull is shaking vigorously to end the life in her jaws. Though he is an intensely spiritual being, the wolf of white has no qualms killing him. He has pestered her for far too long, and she would not allow him to plague her brother as well. Once she is satisfied with the limp fourm in her muzzle, only then would she part them to let him fall to the earth, where at once she set to digging him a grave, burying him to her satisfaction as well, before bright eyes turning to the dark fourm of her brother.

Silence momentarily hangs in the air between them, before she speaks, her voice strong and firm, with a curious lilt to it, and even a vague accent that’s been collected from many lands and many worlds. “D’yoa remember me, mai dear pater?” Latina has never left her mind nor being, and it would always be a part of her just as the wolf before her would, just as the wolves in Diveen were and the wolves she had known in her journeys. The wolf did hope that Starfall remembered her, though she had no qualm with reminding him of who she was. It shouldn’t be too difficult, not with her stark white base coat and her crimson markings and charcoal underlining. Attempting to make eye contact with him, bright violet flecked with gold seek nebulas of pink and yellow, a curious sight and one most welcome. She waits then, standing before him, the dead Raven at her paws almost entirely forgotten, though always there. Any animal to die within her jaws were ones that were always with her, always in the spiritual world did she know them and see with, speak with them and learn. She wondered if her eldest brother was a world walker, realm walker, or maybe even dream walker. Perhaps she would ask and find out, though first things first was if there needed to be reintroductions or not. Expectant eyes remained on the opposite starbursts, her features at ease in their neutrality.