Silver Moraine you were one of those classic ones

Never. Though her statement had been meant as a joke, she felt the warmth of his words and clutched it deep inside her chest. It meant far more to the dove than he could ever truly realise - to have one, at least one, who didn't forget her, it was all she really wanted. She didn't want to fade into the clouds of his mind, disappear amongst his other thoughts; it happened all too often, and every time it felt like a shard of glass repeatedly plunged into her heart.

The leaves of the evergreens did not cease their rustling, the wind howling as a wolf would to the moon, or the stars when a friend was lost. It ruffled their coats and shivered down their spines, but it didn't feel quite as unpleasant as it had when her pale paws had first set foot on the upturned path where the glacier had retreated. "Perhaps... we should let them find us - they will come. We can recruit if numbers fall too low when we gather, but I guarantee there are wolves out there who need a home." Nobody deserved to feel lost, and it was a safe haven that Cry promised. If they were to claim it, why not share it? No good could come of the world if all those who remained revelled in selfishness, and it was a dream of the dove's to create somewhere where the lost souls could truly feel at peace. But so too did she desire to feel at peace, and she was certain the assassin did as well, somewhere in those wintry eyes.