As she lay there in wait for whoever may come, she takes the time allotted to admire the home she had left behind. It was easy to lose sight of the beauty and grandeur of the swamps. There are those also who have never seen the beauty in the bogs and the marshes and they actively choose to look the other way, to remain blind to it. Wolves were very interesting as well as strange creatures; Najira had spent an inordinate amount of time keenly observing others and their behavior. When it was warranted, she would take it upon herself to involve herself, but observation without interference was of the utmost important.

The sun had already begun its descent toward the horizon and though that enormous star had warmed the land throughout the day, the dark wolf was glad for the coming of the night. The stars would be visible, even if they truly always were present, and with them overhead this reunion with her homeland would be just as it should be. At last there comes the sound of footsteps accompanied by the smell of another wolf. Only, he approaches from the same side of the border as she had and thus catches her curiosity more than the usual. Just who had the stars brought her this fine summers eve?

They have gifted her a stranger this day, though he does not hold himself as if he is a stranger to Iromar. Najira is modest in her observation of him, though when she reaches his face she finds answers there she hadn’t known she was searching for. Golden bright irises look toward her but they do not see. Some may not be able to observe such as aspect, and some may, but the best healer she had ever known had trained Najira. Such things came naturally to her and held the most weight of her astute observations.

The stranger wastes no time in addressing her, only it’s with an apology. Najira gives an ever so slight shakes of her petite skull, even though she knows he cannot see her. It’s merely a natural reaction to one who has known sight all of their life. He can surely hear her, though she tests that speculation out now. “ They have brought you along with me this night and they would not have it any other way. You are as you were meant to be.” Truly, the wolf was indeed in the right spot at the right time, with the right wolf upon the right soil. It would be not so if the stars themselves did not want it to be so. Besides her Father she had never truly spoken of the stars to any other. Tonight, however, they urge her voice on.

"They want you to know that they had no choice but to take your sight—if they had not, the stars they had put there would have blinded all those who walk this soil." Though the chocolate wolf marked in russet was but a simple vessel of the stars, she retained the knowledge that she herself was her own wolf and had a purpose on all her own. She belonged to the stars and though they were the most prominent of her heritage, and though they spoke to her and guarded her, Najira was quick to make choices before it was any voice could try and tell her otherwise. "The stars make their choices and we listen and follow even when we do not hear—even when we do not see."

Perhaps he would take her words and thin her mad or out of her mind, but she did not truly think so. Something in those golden eyes sought more and though the stars hadn’t told her precisely what it was, she was certain she could feel it. "Never should we ever apologize for ourselves. You are as you are meant to be.” It almost sounds as if she’s repeating herself and in a way she is, though she mostly means to solidify and express the truth of the statement. She means all that she says, and while the words given are intense they are given in a gentle and most mellow manner. Belhara had been the raging river and Najira had been the rolling river.

Littermate's made from the same union of two souls and yet so very different from each other. With the passage of time, the wolf born of demons and stars hoped that her own flesh and blood hadn’t gone terribly far. She did not think her sister heard the stars the way she did, even though they certainly spoke to her. Much like the dark wolf before her with his face of grey and eyes that cannot see. Never had she looked away from him, from the moment he had approached, for her attention was truly enraptured by him, given freely and fully just as the stars asked it of her.