Another year had come and gone and soon the winter cold would give way to the warmth of spring. Gaia’s bi colored gaze stared out of the den at the fat snowflakes falling from the gray clouds over head. The world was silent and still. It was nights like this that made the russet wolf happy to be alive. The moon’s light tried in vain to penetrate the thick clouds and the world was cast into complete darkness. But there was nothing to fear. There was still the snow. It seemed to cast its own pure light. A soft sigh escaped the wolf’s lips and a puff of smoke lifted into the air as she stretched her limbs in the den. Maybe tonight was as good as any to go for a stroll. Though her coat was thin, thanks to her father, that didn’t keep her from stepping out into the cold night. It was just too beautiful for her to stay cooped up in the den.

The soft crunch of the snow was the only sound given as Gaia moved about the mountains. She travelled towards the boarders near the base of the summit in the hopes that the snow wouldn’t be too deep there. Her bowed back legs made walking in deep snow almost impossible. They were still weak as she did not know that if she were to strengthen them over time they would allow her to do more things. The young wolfess thought she was defective, doomed to be broken and useless. Perhaps she could find her place in the pack. For now, she was content. With nothing else to do, she let her mind wander. Maybe it was time to visit Asteraia. After all, her parents were now alphas there. Royals. It was a funny thought. She was a princess, though she didn’t feel like one. How long had it been since Gaia had seen her family? Four years? They probably hated her for leaving. How could she show her face there when they were all happy…

Paws stopped as the mind continued to wander. The falling snow littered her fur, making it look like she had white spots. Her heart demanded her mind to think of Zaphkiel. The dark and mysterious wolf who had saved her that one night. Just thinking of him made her body tingle in happiness. She had been imprinted on before and the same feeling had happened then but something was different about this wolf. Something almost… magical. She wanted to see him again but the tip to Diveen was so far and with the world covered in a blanket of snow it would be almost impossible for her to get there without her legs giving out on her. With another sigh, she continued to move in the darkness, not knowing that she was moving towards the end of the pack land towards Diveen…

Four - Loves none - Carries Zaphkiel's soul - Spirane