The freshly fallen snow awaited him at the edge of his own den in Diveen, building softly with each flake so that the meadow he housed himself in looked like some storybook photo. Diveen truly was a place of beauty. Even in his wanderings he had to admit there was a love to this place that came from one who made a place his home. Diveen held his family, a family that he cherished even when he had drifted away on the whims of a wandering spirit. Zaphkiel had needed something to fill his soul and his mind with in those days. Wandering and finding out tales had been his goal. Fighting cougars and tracing down leads to new, even more vibrant myths was what Zaphkiel did. Molodian had many hidden tales and a few dead ones he hadn't quite puzzled out yet but he would, in time, for he planned to stay here once more.

Yet somewhere out there rested his own soul Princess. Gaia. As he lays with his head pressed upon his paws staring out at the mythical scene before him he pictures her in his head. Sweet, scared, vibrant, beautiful. Was it just the bond speaking? He wonders this also, though his mind is prone to exaggerating things in a very exceptional way. Imagining story lines to his life that usually do not come true. Imagining that she waits out there in the snow for him.

Wait... his chest seemed to throb with need. A desire rushes over him that causes his head to rise, ears pricked, and his neck to tilt in wonder. Was this their bond calling to him? It made him ache to get up and race to wherever she lay. Did that mean she was thinking of him too? For a few more minutes he sits there while his soul combats with his wits until Zaphkiel finds himself pushing to a stand, his large body filling the smaller hole at his den. When his large red tipped paw presses on the cold snow he pauses, realizing what he is doing. Then he accepts it and with a lunge he is bounding across the untouched snow and leaving a trail of paw prints behind him.

Snow sprays out behind him while flakes weave down onto his dark figure. He looks almost like a falling star shooting across the land; the snow seems to light up his body and cast even darker shadows on the lighter black that covers his figure before bleeding into a deep obsidian on his underbelly, chest, and maw. The white sparkles on his chest look like snowflakes to those around perhaps and his white tipped tail waves behind him as he eats up the vast distance between Diveen and Spirane, his yellow eyes looking forward. Well, his one good eye anyways.

Yet like a vision she rises up to meet him as he nears the borders of the vast mountain kingdom. The peaks disappear into the swarthy night and are the perfect backdrop against the white snow and the creamy red of her figure as she, too, paces towards him. His heart thunders in joy at their reunion and he hopes she can feel it in their bond. That she can know how her soul calls to his. His body slows and comes to a slow halt before her, eyes drinking her in as mist billows from his open maw, his body craving the oxygen from his run.

"Princess Gaia," he murmurs, coming to a halt with only a foot between them, staring at her like one might at a kill when they are starving. Drinking her in. "At your service," he says before bending one leg and dipping his head in a gallant bow. He wants to boast before her, to grin at her, to make her smile and laugh, and yet in this moment all he can do is stare.