Chimera Fields there's frost on every window

The ghost had long thought of her last departure from Cry's side, and it felt as though it had been years since they touched, years since they breathed the same air and felt the wisps of each other's fur; at the very same time, she could recount every detail like it was yesterday. The picture often drew itself from the back of her skull, pooling into her vision as her gaze drifted off into the land of her thoughts. The paths woven with both memory and fantasy. What would their next encounter bring?

She did not have to wait long to find out. Perhaps it was fate that their trails led directly toward one another, or perhaps it was simply coincidence - either way, the snowy empress' paws halted without her command and her body drew as still as the earth beneath, remnants of her breath billowing into the air before settling into the following gust of wind. His fur was so wonderously dark - as though he'd bathed in a lake of ink only to emerge as void of colour as the night sky... no, darker! And then his eyes, as sharp as ice, they almost seemed to glow like frozen fireflies; she felt as though she could step into those fantastical orbs and find herself in an entirely new world. 

The Eruna did not falter in her next steps, lithe yet plush figure dancing down a gentle slope toward him... she only hesitated briefly when her deep cerulean gaze finally drifted to the one at his side; a small wolfess draped in tan and white - blackened lips tipped into a soft smile, head dipping in greeting from afar before her melliflous voice reached out to call across the wind, drawing ever closer. "Cry!"

Oh, she had missed him!