Eto was getting closer to Taviora. It was taking her some time - she kept turning back, trying to go away, trying to push the feeling of needing to go there away. She couldn't eat those feelings though. During her journey, she had even tried it literally - she had gorged herself on an old kill, perhaps her largest meal to date, in an effort to think away her feelings as merely hunger. But what had gone down had come back up and she was left in turmoil, a headache like no other plaguing her. Why did she want to see the wolf from Taviora? Why? She liked Draygo...she liked her friend! Her friend didn't make her feel as if she needed to be different. But the wolf in Taviora did. Why, why, why? She practically poured over the logs and foliage that stood in her way, hoped she'd find some dark place to hide away in.

It made her whine, a desperate sound beneath her breath, as she clambered through the woods. But there was something better than a dark place in the woods - she could smell it. Warm, metallic, old, wrong. It was like an instinct that drew her nearer - she could smell the youth in the air, concealed behind the thick, suffocating stench of blood. "Papa?" She called out as she crept closer and closer towards the smell. "Papa? Are you playing? Papa?" She whined as her tail slapped the ground behind her - had he come back? It was enough to distract her entirely from the need to see Taviora. She could only think of her mother and father! Was her brother with them? Had Venus come back too? She loved to play with Venus even if her mother was smelly and cold. She giggled in excitement.

But it wasn't her father. It wasn't a he. She stopped dead in her tracks, half slumped over a log as she had moved to slither across it, pouring down like white water; she stared ahead, hungry eyes on the woman as she stood draped in blonde and blood. "Papa..." It was one final effort, as if the very word would make the female reveal herself to be him instead.