There was a quick agreement between them both, ready to return home. That was all it took for Aelia to trudge forth into the tunnel, unafraid of what it might hold, because it was surely better than being watched by the bleeding eye in the sky. A sense of relief fell over her as the bearings of the tunnel shielded her from it. The tufts of her hackles lowered; she hadn't even realized they'd been raised, along with her shoulders relaxing. I don't think it's just this place... There wasn't fear in her voice (now that the moon can't see them, it surely can't hear them, right?), but certainty. Maybe... It's a sign from the Five...? They'd never sent a sign this big before (unless not perceived by the twins).

A sign for us to go home? She mused, as she further walked the length of the cave, not distancing herself further than a shadow's pace away from her silver counterpart. Either way, we needed to get out of there... It's been too long since we've been home... Seen their mothers, triplet, and the rest of the pack. So much time had gone by... She hoped nothing too big had changed.

Lunar eyes cast back over her golden, wing-tipped shoulders towards the moon-soul, his aura a fuzzy mess, she could never get it to come into focus quite right. ...Have you had any visions lately? Usually, they shared these things, but they'd been living lives of their own in the South, not far from one another, but not incredibly close. The distance between their souls had closed long ago, the rift that had ripped a little gap in the lining of their souls had been resewn — but they were adults now, with lives that did separate from time to time... Dreams kept to themselves, as her own thoughts she did from him. A little part of her cast away, the parts of her spring and summer buried away.