After her encounter with the child in the forest Myrria had been absent from her stitched-together family. She could not face Malleah and Lucia, not if Exodus was spreading his words like a disease into their minds, telling of how Myrria truly was. But he did not really know her, no one did. Even Sekhmet did not fully understand what happened in her mind on a daily basis. She was struggling between being two different individuals - the primal being that had taken over in her years in the tundra and the dutiful older sister that she was around Lucia. They were constantly fighting one another for dominance in her mind, but why couldn’t she just be both?

Her dark companion had been gone since that day as well, fleeing with Myrria and then becoming separated along the way. She fretted over Sekhmet’s disappearance as she lingered around the crags and caverns. She could not return to her family and she needed to be with her ever watchful imp. She didn’t want to be alone again, not so soon.

The monochromatic female returns from a successful hunt with wolven blood crusting on her pale gray jaws, her path taking her toward the entrance to her hideaway in the caverns below the crags that her family calls home. But there is a flicker of color moving within the thick wall of snow that falls from the sky, the familiar hues causing her heart to skip within her chest. Her tongue slips out to lick at the iron-tinged blood on her lips and pursues the vanishing figure.

Her small paws are light upon the snow blanketed land and she makes her way to the entrance of an outer cave that the creature had ducked into. She stops just outside of the overhang as snowflakes begin to accumulate on her dark coat, her eye peers into the darkness and witnessed a familiar fire-licked wolf reclining within. Myrria quickly shakes herself off and enters the cavity without hesitation, heading straight for Sekhmet to greet her with a soft headbutt and intimate nibbling of her teeth on the larger female’s jawline. Words were unnecessary at this point but there was a scent that lingered strongly on her familiar’s coat; it reeked, actually. ”Who is that?” she questions boldly as she steps back to look her in the eyes.