Swiftcurrent Creek Halogens

While she patrolled, she considered what might be required of her, when the time came to release the darkness into the world. Would it be enough, simply to have created it? To have gathered all the darkness within herself and give it a form, and then allow it to exist? She scratched at the earth to leave scent markings, and in the darkness, thought she saw something flicker for a moment in the jagged lines her claws left behind. She inspected her paw for a moment, wondering if it was something she'd created, some sort of electricity-

She froze when a name was spoken, but did not immediately turn to greet the wolf who had spoken the name. It took a moment for her to realize that she was being spoken to, and that she should assume the wolf of Moss again. She turned, and looked upon the young man with no sign of recognition, but gave him a peaceful nod nonetheless. She assigned herself the name of Moss- and panned through the memories that Moss had. She found a name, at last. 

"Shardik."