She could feel it in her bones, winter was around the corner. She had survived through the cold seasons, but during that time was when power was but in her grasp, and now without a fort to the devils name, and a contract to the soul; she was but nothing of a loner, with only her name, Dantalion, to cling upon.

Oh how she had fallen!

Nontheless, life, is but a game. Laying beside that water, so cold to her paw, she smiled at the days ahead.