It felt folly to walk across the borders. It felt even more folly to simply be there at all, especially as winter crept to their borders and took a swing. Dragonfly, as he had come to accept as her name, was alone in the free lands, a place rampant with the ilk of lesser creatures. He despised the idea of them even breathing near her and yet, he had accepted his place on the sidelines until otherwise instructed. Something told him it was best to not allow himself to become consumed by their connection, an instinct or perhaps words grumbled to him as a child from the lips of his own father. Whatever it was, he listened. He did his best to dismiss the thoughts of her, saving them for a better moment as he paced the borders, checking each empty fox hole and scratched up tree for signs of intruders. Folly but necessary, as were all things in life.

In any case, winter had been adament in reminding them all of their place. Above him, the sky had darkened to an ominous shade of grey, the breeze cold as it crept down to his skin. It made him huff in agitation as he did his best to avoid it, keeping to the shadows of the sparse trees as the rain began to fall. Each clap of thunder made his ears shove back, his blood-red eyes sharp as he glared up into the sky; he had heard something and yet, he had begun to question whether or not he had truly done so. It was only when the wind changed directions that he paused and stiffened, a foreign scent among the smell of pine and dirt.

In an instant, he had begun to follow the vague scent; his tail arched ever so slightly and yet, his body seemed to remain almost entirely neutral. Whereas his father had adapted a more confident stature, Elohim seemed to be his lesser shadow - reserved, quieter, a shadow among shadows as he crept towards the equally dark form of the stranger. Stranger? The one who called.

He moved aside slightly, arcing around so that he would approach from her right as he paused half-concealed behind one of the nearby trees. He peeked out, his eyes intense as they searched her over before settling on her own. He breathed in her scent, unashamed in his primitive efforts to get to know her very core before she had even the chance to speak. "You like them," he suddenly spoke, a pause in the thunder as his eyes followed hers to the shoreline in the distance, "don't you?" He watched her again then, captivated by the unusual stiffness in her posture - tense, he thought, and yet he could not understand why. In any case, he had found her and so, today at least, she was his to deal with.