I watch as Solaris gives way to touch between he and Eden, and I can tell that Eden is...bothered by such touch, that he is not one for physical closeness. Perhaps he fears the fangs will reach out to strangle his throat and bleed him dry until he breaths no more and heart no longer beats, and his eyes grow dry with the inability to blink. I find my teeth grinding under my blacked lips at the thought. I wonder if he has ever ripped the life out of another wolf and stolen their soul before, if he knows what it means and if his own paranoia rules his soul that someone may do so to him. He better keep his eyes open- I am sure there are a growing many who desire to rip the life from him as time goes on, and yet Solaris is pleased to be with Eden again. I can see and feel as such with my goldenrod eyes flickering as they share their little embrace. I am certain I will have to show Solaris a...real embrace, that he would appreciate later, such a thing that Eden is apparently not willing to provide.

Solaris moves into the border and thus so do I, my light feet moving with Solaris brushing against me. I am as if I am the shadow in his light, content by his side as he soothes me, a thing I need most in the presence of one such as Eden, one who I considered ripping apart in the forests before. I hardly understand what Solaris enjoys about Eden, as I can feel the lies and taint behind his eyes. If Solaris, hell forbid, ever falls, I will be sure to rip Eden's eyes right out of their sockets. Their secret words do not please me either, my ears flickering in irritation as I follow beside Solaris, feeling a bit...possessive of him, something that I had not realized until now with Eden. Yet the tension laced in my muscles begins to ease when Solaris reaches out to touch me muzzle to muzzle, and I do allow and embrace such a touch, more welcoming than Eden with my yellow eyes catching Solaris'. It isn't until Solaris turns away to follow Eden that I look to Eden again, my eyes slightly narrowed as my black tail lashes behind me. I follow as we enter the lands, and my eyes take in the sights of the dunes most odd and strange to me. It was not like Iromar, of which I am glad, but it was not a place I have seen before either. My attentions give way to Solaris' voice, and I find that I am always taken with it when he speaks. It is as if he almost comfort and numbs the part of me forever broken. I contemplate his words, and wonder what kind of lands Eden should rule. I add in my own thoughts- if I intended to or not I do not know, as sometimes my mouth just...goes, says things and speaks things that need to be said.

"Should have taken the crags, yes, yes the crags," I mutter, my own mind imagining him and slipping and falling onto sharp rocks, the thought bringing a wicked grin only momentarily on my lips as I imagine stealing the soul from his body. I am torn away from the thought as I come to rest beside Solaris once more, and it is he who initiates our closeness which is growing more and more each day. I do find comfort to press into him in return, a single corner of my lip pulled back in a half smirk. Solaris then begins to speak of Taviora's leader, and my nose wrinkles slightly. I have not...really entered in officially to the pack, more of a welcomed guest, but I think it will remain where I live as that is where Solaris lives. I cannot go back to Iromar, no cannot go back where Father would surely kill me. I will remain, though, I do wish to see Aithne once more, and I shifted uneasily as Solaris spoke as these thoughts separate to the situation at hand flowed in my constantly running mind.

"Yes, yes, would he find such kindness in his heart to allow shelter to strangers? Does such kindness exist, hm? Hm?" I ask with the twitch of my lip. I know he remembers our last meeting, how I can see right into him as if I torn him apart myself. I search for such kindness with him, my goldenrod eyes scrutinizing his every facial feature, feeling my own fur puff a bit as I stare at him. Only Solaris prevented what happened at our last meeting, my form in his side discouraging my desire to challenge him face to face just as before. I was not...pleased with the results last time, not quite convinced of his sincerity and Ruby does wonder if making him bleed would show his true colors, but I do not act on her nagging words in the back of my mind.