It is night and while Scourge is aware that Myra lay asleep within Spirane’s borders he cannot simply let her be. He had caught wind of Despoina’s scent leaving the mountain region and with a sly grin upon his maw he sneaks toward the den in which his soul lays peacefully. He is still young, inexperienced in the ways of relationships and love, yet he knows that this girl is special in some cosmic way. His silvered form slips into her den as his eyes find her within the darkness, nudging her upon her cheek gently with electricity beaming within those pools of black and blue.

He backs out from her den and begins to lope away from the mountain pack, sure that he has made a clean escape without one of the scouts catching him entering or leaving, and heads straight for the mount of rocks to the east. His handsome head is cast back to ensure that Myra follows him to their destination and with a playful kick in his step, he bursts into a full-out run. The girl may not be able to speak but he knows that she is capable in many other ways and keeping up with him should be no issue.

Within a short amount of time he is breaking upon the scene of the massive cluster of rock and earth that makes up the crags. They are not as magnificent and well-formed as the mountains to the west and yet they could be his and Myra’s own domain to reign over. With a devilish look back to his imprint he begins to ascend the rocks, powerful muscles working to propel him upward as he makes leaps from one rock to another. He stops himself once he has reached a small waterfall and walks to drink from the pool it cascades into.

The silver moonlight plays upon the water in the most entrancing of ways and when he looks back he hopes to see his soul coming to take her place with him.