The night is nearly over, and it is now time to rest. Achlys has settled in comfortably in her home beneath the trees, well shadowed from the sun just barely peaking the horizon. When others woke up to go about their day, almost always the girl of white and black was settling in for her night. It was pure habit to sleep during the day and its warmest hours, then be awake in the cool time of the night. That and her fire and ice gaze simply preferred the dark and comforting shadows that the night gave. The sun was simply too.. bright, too unyielding and it took all the colour away. She herself lived in her monochrome world of black and white, and preferred the way things were when they were muted. The way things should be.

Time and time again she had gone to and fro the forest pack, always and ever in search of that Eden. The time he had brought her had been the longest time she had remained, and even now her visits were brief. Most of them were for just a glance of him, or for a very small and very passing touch. It was almost as if he was always just out of her reach, and she could not understand why, but she accepted it; she accepted him. Brilliant irises are finding their closure at last in her peace and comfort, that is, until splashes break the air like ice and shatter it all. Silently does she lower her head in her pause, scanning the now brightly lit sandy shore for whatever might be disturbing the peace there. And there is a girl there, dark and brilliant as the morning sun.

Wide do fire and ice eyes grow, and slender and graceful paws are pushing her equally lithe frame from her place. Emerging from the shadows she does not pause or hesitate; Achlys simply walks up to the girls and stops and stares. She does not sit or speak, merely watches with bright eyes of ice and flame that seem eager to devour the little girl hole. For while the black and white wolf was small herself, the girl before her was even smaller, and warm gold and red where she was white. The scent of the girl- it was Diveen, the angel city she had been given to and neglected by. But such things were no concern of Achlys, no of course not. Tilting her skull to the right, she continued her staring down of this girl in a way only she could. She doesn't exactly see why she decided to place herself here, when she could and should otherwise be in the shadows where she belongs.

But there is something about the young one, though she knows she does not know her, there is still something and she wants to know what it is. So she watches and she waits for it.