Cvetka was desperate for answers. Who was Hanska? Where was he now? Why had he been so violently taken from her side?

Antsy and on edge, she paced around the Fate's Respite on her 3 unharmed limbs for what felt like a lifetime until she eventually veered away from the region and back into the deserted wilderness. The young dame loped over the landscape with a hobbled gait, her breaths soft and leaving wisps of vapor lingering in the cold air.

Again, she could smell the sweet aroma of flowers. The floral scent wafted in the air and drifted down the valley, reaching Cvetka and eliciting a short pause of her movement. She had felt this before. With the shadow-like sire who she followed into a tunnel... with newfound purpose, she picked up her pace and followed the alluring scent.

The wolfdog finally halted before the towering forms of trees, bedecked with blossoms of vivacious pink. She recognized this too—the entrance of the tunnel. Cvetka's lips were parted as she breathed, her brows furrowed into a scowl. She dipped her head and slipped into the cavern.

Would she remember again? The sweet blonde boy? Her life before she collided with Mythris?

Cvetka needed to know.