Blackfoot Forest We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

She approached him, her nimble paws bringing her form closer. Close enough to touch, although impulse was strong Siarut remained still. Her exterior seemed to delicate enough to break if he placed one paw out of place. She rested in his shadow, her smaller form fitting well alongside his. She was so different from the fiery Ceara, but Sia was drawn to her in much a similar way. By her approach he knew she would follow him back to his family, and it warmed his heart dispite her chill.

"Thanks are not needed." The whisper fell gently from his lips, as she hesitated. "Come. I can't be gone for much longer." He had no desire to share her with anyone, wishing instead to hide her from the world. Alas, his family needed him, and he knew they would accept her with ease. He slowly rose, and walked around her, skimming along her side as close as he dared without touching her.