The angel wolf walks with her king, into what she is not sure but for Tobias, for her boy she will go. Because that is what is has done for so long, because it is what she has craved in her time away. Now she has it, her deepest dream and wish come to fruition and yet it is not what it was supposed to be, what she was so sure it would be. There's a feeling in her stomach she can’t shake, one that she can’t describe. Not dread because for dread she would have to fear and the masked wolf, who since birth who fancied herself invisible did not fear so no it wasn’t dread that she knew. No it was much closer to foreboding. Aaliyah knew not what would happen but her gut was telling her it wasn't going to be pretty.

Perfect ivory paws move across the earth in silence, her teal and black eyes barely observing the world around her. She is lost now, in her own mind and thoughts, they will suffocate her, she can feel everything building up inside her. Tobias rubs against her shoulder pulling her back to earth and she returns the pressure, leaning into him spreading her scent on him as well. Whoever the others are she came first and she would always be the first. Things change though, of this she had been made painfully aware. She may have been first but now…. Tobias had others and if she knew her king at all he would not part with them. The question remained though, could she really stay and play the part he would demand of her, not being his one and only but a mere corner of a triangle surrounding him. The once indestructible angel princess of Trenus wanted her father.

Days did not go backward, time was a dick that way. There was nothing she could do but keep moving, making her paws move one after the other, keeping her emotions tightly contained and sealed within her Aaliyah follows her demon deeper and deeper into his home. It was beautiful, she could see that, not Trenus but still it held charm. But even beauty couldn’t distract from the scents swirling in the air. The two of his lovers dominating above all others. Whether it was because they were the strongest or just because they were already at the forefront of her mind couldn't be discerned and truly it wouldn’t matter if it could, the fact remains, they are all she can smell.

It takes physical restraint and all her willpower to keep her alabaster fur from standing on end, but for her king she tries to remain calm, even going so far as to flash him a radiant smile before forcing her voice to leave her lips. “It is being the beautiful.”