It wasn’t hard to find him. Despite not sharing the same fated bond that drew her to Arturio, there is something more which will always draw her to his side as it did this evening. The air blowing off of the water was cooler than usual as the whole season had been and she gave her slender shoulders a slight shake as she crested the outer dunes of the shore. Various hues of red and orange were beginning to paint the sky and color the world below which is where she found his gray form, waiting for her of course. She could not pretend to know what he thought of the situation into which she had inserted them. Her choice in the winter would no doubt affect them for some time to come, even now that the white wolf had lost his seat in Asteraia and tried to keep out of Iromar’s grip. She knew Eden had spoke with the dark ruler of the moor’s, but she did not think he would go so far as to turn him over if only for the sake of her children and perhaps herself.

Still despite it all she would still be drawn closer to him, as she was tonight with every step she took across the sand until she was beside him once more. She pushed her dark nose into the warm, thick scruff of his neck and ran it up to his cheek before sitting down closely next to him. Perhaps it was the revelations that had come with their children’s birth, or that she now shared a den with the man, but she had found herself more open in his presence, more forward. No doubt there is much he wants from her, answer perhaps that she might not be able to give him but as her jeweled eyes turned up to his they clearly said the least she could do is try.