They had left amicably, yes, but that did not mean that Elohim had been earnest in his willingness. In fact, he had grown accustomed to Aster's presence in Glorall, content almost just as he had with all the other wolves and yet, he had preferred her perhaps. He had met her when a fire bloomed inside her, a Princess, and he had found her when that fire had died. Now, he had watched it begin to ignite once more; weight returned, fur grew, her eyes no longer bore the listlessness of the dead. Like the seasons, she had died and come back to life once more. How could he have not been fascinated?

Yet, she had still left.

Well, she had been taken in his eyes.

Asteraia. He had not expected that though, he never truly expected anything. He had never considered the possibility for the possibility had never existed until the moment the event had happened. Things were simple like that in his space. But in any case, it had suddenly been the place to summon her alongside Halcyon, a wolf he had met several times - first as an emissary for Iromar and then as an emissary for her. Now, he was a king and she, the one he called for to rule alongside him. Elohim had to begrudgingly admit that it sounded like a better agreement than simply remaining in Glorall with a wolf easily identified as a nothingness. He was not even a prince.

He supposed several days was enough to get comfortable though. It was plenty of time to find a hollow in which to rest and a place in which to hunt; it was plenty of time for her to grow to miss the sea and to miss the morning sun as it rose with the sound of the tides. It was enough time for him, too, to traverse the shadows north while avoiding the sensation of Dragonfly in the west. It was enough time for him to decide something, an achievement seldom attained by Elohim.

If Halcyon ever was to fail her, then he would surely take his place. If he ever was to fail in hunting for her then Elohim would surely fill her den with pheasants and voles. If Halcyon was ever to leave her cold or alone then Elohim had decided he would learn to speak more eloquently, more appropriately. Perhaps Halcyon was noble and a man of honor but Elohim was not. Perhaps he would speak with valor and dignity but Elohim did not. Perhaps he was kissed by the sun, a radiant man with a heart of gold but Elohim was not. One day, Aster would need a shadow, the sound of silence, the nothingness of nobody. One day and Elohim knew there were many more days to come.

So he had arrived on the borders of Asteraia come the afternoon, the sky heavy with grey clouds and the grass pungent with its keenness for rain. He basked in the cool breeze that swept across the grass of the plains, settled in despite his reluctance to be so exposed. His ears lay back, displeased by the openness of this place, and yet he called for her nonetheless.