It had been an… interesting few seasons to say the least. Wherein she had brought home a certain type of pet. One who had shadowed her pawsteps even as she was a shadow about the seaside. He hadn’t asked anything of her and yet he still lingered on the fringes of the pack a guest of sorts he considered himself and yet he had still managed to avoid direct contact with the pack’s leader. This was by Eden’s design she was sure, there was nothing that happened within the bounds of his home that he did not know about or have a paw in. Still it intrigued her to have them both within such close proximity to one another. Like two moons who’s winding orbits brought them close and yet they did not crash into one another creating the universal impact she had been expecting originally.

Still her plans had been altered suddenly by her imprints unexpected rise as Asteraia’s new ruler, even more so considering the splash the last ruler of the grasslands had made on their shores. Still he had said a brief goodbye before departing and while she did not miss his presence so much in the traditional sense but more so that one of her favorite toys had been taken away. He had said if his plan succeeded she was welcome to come visit, an offer she might take him up on but it would do to make him wait and wonder a while. After all it would not be so harmless now if he heedlessly crossed Glorall’s boarders to see her; so she kept inland herself and enjoyed the ocean breeze as usual.

Long before he appeared out of the snow her deft ears picked up his familiar stride and she is prepared with brilliant sapphire eyes which drink him in as he stomps toward her with a directness she had not seen and yet sent a chill of excitement up her spine. She presses into him as he brushes along her side, intermingling her dark fur with his so they are indeterminable from one another. Her slender head rises to push her nose into the point of his neck behind his cheek, lips peeling back so her front teeth can nibble at the skin and fur there, pulling slightly for a moment before retracting. She fixes him with a knowing look in her crystalline eyes, of course he was aware of what had been going on she had never doubted that, and if this was his response she was more than a little pleased at how things were working out. Never had she tried to tie him down, to control or extract some form of commitment from him. He had other children, possibly the same year that their own were born with another though she knew not with whom. None of this troubled her for she was more than happy to take the bit and pieces of him she did receive, but she had to admit she enjoyed this.