Dark limbs carried him further into the trees interweaving between them, his soul ached for his sunset goddess as the winter days grew bitter there was a sense of unspoken comfort in her presence and yet he seemed to feel as though he had been failing her as of late. The snow was not as high here but it sill had begun to dust and blanket the land he had begun to wonder of his home and of his family but none of them felt right anymore, perhaps he had no true family of blood any longer and yet her wondered for them and of what they became. Perhaps a mystery he should never discover but he ventured further until he, at last, sensed her trail.

“My light.” He greets her has his gaze falls upon her. “Beast roam here it seams and the days grow colder. We have lived many winters and yet this one feels vastly different. Are you cold?” Perhaps it seemed an odd question to a light he found much comfort and warmth within and yet it never diminished his desire to offer the sunset goddess what she desired. He waited in silence for her answers before continuing on. “I wonder what it is like. You are my home and my place lies with you but at times I do wonder of the land we roam, what tales will we weave if any?” The question was more towards himself but her thoughts were welcomed to his own.

He bowed his head lightly before taking a few steps to her. “Is there something my goddess wishes to speak on? I fear I ramble far too much for my own good.” He stands in a reverent silence he respects her light far more than he desires to touch and be closer to her. Nogitsune was to be a trickster spirit but perhaps the trick was on his family rather than any other. He would always remain a shadow to bow before her light and to lay his life down for her own. This was his nature a being of dark blood bound to serve a light he loved.