There comes a time in a wolf goddesses life where she looks for a companion. With no place to call home and no subjects to adore her, she found most things in her life dull, lifeless. The excitement from Asteraia was gone from her life, officially a part of her past, yet she felt no strong desire to return. Perhaps one day she would find it fit to visit, but for now she sought out on her own. A dark knight would sweep into her life and take it by storm, she believed it, for all goddesses needed a champion.

When she hears the call from the fields she is tempted to answer with a howl of her own. Let them come to her, as they should, let them approach with caution and bow at her feet. The goddess deserved this sort of recognition, she sought it out with a fever.

Instead she rises gracefully from her haunches and abandons the lake she had taken place at. No longer would she admire her snowy reflection in the still water, others instead would be blessed with her flawless disposition. Her small and lithe form leaves the clearing within the trees and ventures out into the fields, and onto one of the largest gatherings of wolves she had seen. She takes it in stride, continuing on with her bouncy pace right into the thick of things.