His presence makes her feel more complete as he comes to her. She was the light, and he was the shadow. The two were meant to be together. She had thought little about how she was Angel and he was Demon- perhaps those two must exist with each other as well. There was much she did not know about her shadow, and she desired to know more as time went on.

He mentoions the beasts that have roamed the land. She ahd seen them, smelled them, but had not had a direct encounter with them. Whispers had told of their ferocity and how...different this winter was. She gave a nod with her head visage. It was more dangerous than before. It was more important than ever that the light remain with her shadow. Together, she knew that their teeth would rip apart any beast that would dare cross their path. She was a beast herself, forged by sunlight and the will of the True Angel. Her shadow would ensure their superiority over any who dare cross them, and such passion showed in her violet and gold eyes. Cold? She was not too cold in the literal sense, but on the inside?

"It is colder now than ever before, my shadow," she says with her strong voice. He speaks of tales that we weave in these forests, and her eyes look around at the trees, at the light white at their feet.

"Our existance is a thing that always weaves a story. It is a thing that only ends with our death- and dear shadow, we are no where near death," she said confidently. She then reached forward, her sunset muzzle touching upon his if allowed, and her eyes looking deeply into his.

"The story of my mother has ended, my shadow. I know not of my father. Perhaps, I wonder, if my search for the truth, has led to an abandonment and betrayal of my family. I cannot see her again- am I wrong to have left for so long?" she asked, pulling her blocky maw back slightly as she considers this. She takes a deep breath, and breathes out the cold air of winter. Being near her shadow during this time proved very different than she anticipated. She desired his closeness, and her hormones only made this more intense.

"Tell me of your family," she asks, her violet and gold eyes blinking and she reaches to lick his forehead, and then to rub her righ side down his left side. What was his family like? She was Angel, and he was Demon. She knew of the War they had many many moons ago, and how their very parents may have battled each other. Were they really so different after all?