He still looked so much like him, it was impossible to believe they could be different wolves. Beneath the scars and the temper, Taika still felt as though her Edrick was there. Until she reminded herself this was reality, and dreams were swiftly becoming something just to reach for. Hope, however, she found herself still able to cling to. With all this swirling in her head, she had to keep herself from stepping forward and pressing her head under his chin. How she longed to be close to him again, to anyone who was even a figment of her lost love. He even smelled like Edrick. Her stomach turned with her desire, but she held her ground, instead wagging her tail in a friendly greeting and ignoring the gruff tones of his neglected voice.

Taika smiled warmly, though a little shyly at his approach, apologetic on behalf of her child. She told me you wanted to meet with me. She then said we were going to go on an epic adventure, climb mountains, run across the sea, and race the stars through the skies. There was no point in arguing with her. I believe the love of the earth is the only thing that keeps that girl on the ground. Her smile was bright and warm, her voice echoing the songs of magic Masque swore on and Taika once held so dear. There was a potential of spark lingering in the tones, a stark contrast to Eldritch’s own voice. Together they did not deny each other, but brought together a different kind of life. Or so she thought. So she hoped.

Shaking her head, she padded lightly around the tattered male, a grin on her face that almost met her crackling eyes. So, what is going to be? The seas? The skies? Or the tops of the valleys and the peaks of Spirane?

Chocolate and russet body rolled in the snow, flinging the ice into the sky to create a swirl of powder and glittering light. They fell lightly onto her fur, making her glisten in the sunlight. She smiled through the fairydust at the man she wished was another. Or was there something else entirely on your mind? She rolled onto her back and looked up at him, much in a position one would have expected from her puppy. Her nature was hard to defeat, though a sense of discomfort and friction was clear on her uncertain expression. No matter how hard she looked, she still saw him under the scars. In moments like this, she wished she had never let him go. After thoughts that like, she knew on a heartbeat level, she hadn’t yet