These onyx paws had seen many grounds. They have padded over sand, dirt, and jumped water. Her eyes had seen many sunsets and rises, mountains, and terrain as rugged as a running wolves breath in the bitter cold. But there was always a place she knew she could come to and get away. Even though with her return, she still wished to visit her favorite place. Shipwreck Cove. The water crashed against the sparkling sand as the moon let its light sink upon it. Small crabs cluttered the beach, but Shadow didn't mind. As long as they minded their business, she would mind her own. The worn pads slightly sunk in the sand below her. Closing her sapphire eyes she lifted her head a little to let the cool salty air flow through her fur. It felt amazing. Making Shadow smile faintly. Moving forwards, Shadow opened her eyes and looked to the dark waters as they bowed at her paws to kiss the sand. Shadow walked forwards until the water pushed against her at her chest. Jumping she same out and around in the waves, soon ending up rolling back up on the beach as she giggled to herself quietly. Laying there, Shadow watched as the moon floated above her; speaking to herself aloud,"oh mother, if you were only here. I miss you so.." Her paws were limp as she laid on her back, ears slightly to the side; her tail curled. Sapphire orbs slightly teared up with sadness, then with the memory of her mothers words,"never let yourself get to upset to the point you can't enjoy life my dear. Always look for happiness, be playfull and open hearted to others. No matter their pasts." A small grin crossed the fae's maw,"I shall find my place mother, and my happiness. Although, I think I already have." Shadow sat and thought of her packmates. How she loved being with them, and seeing them laugh. With her smile growing, she sat on the beach in the moonlight as it resting on her shoulders, giving her body a shiny glow to its black fur. Lost deep in though.

Yiska trotted nimbly up to the cove, happy to get a break of her duties. The white glowing sun dropped early, the light faltering. The moon slowly rose above her, sending tremendous shades of ivory light dapple the sand floor. Her paws moved swiftly as she arrived, to see a wolf she hadn't yet met. Her eyes were the same shade of cornflower blue, and her ebony fur, it was like a mirror image. She entered cautiously, and eyed the wolf. I shall find my place mother, and my happiness. Although, I think I already have. She sure smelled like Helidos, and for a second watched her talk to herself. She gave a slight chuckle, as this was something Yiska would've been doing too. "Hello, ma'am." She dipped her head before continuing. "I am Warrior Yiska of Helidos." She spoke politely. Giving a light smile, and inched closer to the fae, her solid blue eyes glancing at her. She was amazed at their similarities, so much it seemed like they could be long lost relatives. Her ears twitched as she listened softly to the lapping water. The tranquil clear liquid became rhythmic beat, the cool water licking the shore. She stared at the water, the navy pool illuminated with white stars. Her maw opened to let a sigh out, a small thin puff of mist. Snapping back, she let her legs stop sagging, and her ears to perk up.

Memories came and memories went. Unfortunately this would be the ladder, her mind pondering over such a simple thing what was lost. Or was it lost? She had no clue. Every second was like a clock. Tick, tick tick tick. It grew comforting after a while, she became relaxed within her own body and began to note the bulk she was regaining. Recovery had its pros and its cons, the last over the first. Multiple times she was left to question if she had met these creatures or if her paws had touched the same soil. She’d like to think it was another life and that she had died and her soul was reused. Maybe there was a mistake? Possibly, though she would be the last to know. Quite funny how one doesn’t know a thing about themselves even if it concerns them in particular. Oh, how she wished it would rain. That was something she could not remember feeling, but her sibling had described it to her. It was a gentler time, a more tender time though she was rather flustered. The fae was a baby wandering on fully grown paws, a face she couldn’t recognize as her own once she had awoken. The hours upon hours she had spent looking proved of no use, there wasn’t a hint of who she had been hiding within her pale hues. They had distracted her at first. Like a comic strip she was bleached of color. Her fur gray, her eyes nearly white. Both her legs and belly faded into the white she found her sister to hold, but she could not capture within her own physic. Her legs were long, her body agile and thin. Muscle had turned to jelly once she was allowed to leave the healer’s den, though it was traded for the pursuit of hard work and a peace of mind. She was calm, happy even as she made her way to the sand. Now, these memories she knew and caused her to smile.

A fae, dark as ebony with eyes like the spring grass. A brute, playful and perky as she could ever imagine a brute to be. Her paws slid across the sand and she watched the grains catch between her toes. Juno and Odin, friends found after her memory of them was lost. She was overjoyed, even exuberant, to meet them once again. The thought produced a laugh, her triangular ears pointed towards the ground. With her loss of a mind did such a friendship grow, an attraction for Odin blossoming. It was a small bud on a tree, waiting to grow. The ache in her chest told her she missed them so as the lapping of the water against the ground drew her attention. If she hadn’t looked again, she would have mistaken the fae for Juno. But no, their bodies were different as were the eyes. Her iced gaze turned to the other onyx pelt and stumbled as she attempted to find such difference between the two. Neither were Juno but both looked at least somewhat similar. It dawned on her then that she might have met them before, and because of this she began to move in their direction. She noticed the brute from far off and eyed him curiously. His fur matched the sand but his eyes did not. No, they matched her dear friend. Temptation to go and speak to the lone brute was a small flicker within her chest, though she continued her pace towards the others. Maybe he would join them, but her curiosity in possibly meeting the faes before won out. Approaching them both, she waited respectfully until it was quiet to speak. “Um, hello, excuse me. I’m Warrior Ember of Helidos. I know this may sound weird, but have I met either of you before?” Her voice came out small, shy and embarrassed as she were. The awkward tension she might’ve dropped was enough for her stomach to become a knot and her eyes to flicker up at them ever so often, gentle kindness filling her expression.

(Sorry if it seems jumbled, meh mind travels)