It had been quite some time since the curse had been lifted from the lands of Mythris. Purple storm clouds no longer settled on the horizon, the grass and flowers had sprung back to life. Yet the memories were still there, unraveling his mind in the form of ravenous nightmares. He had tossed and turned many a night, only to slowly settle down and find some peace next to his beloved.

Dalmatia had always been there for him, getting him through the horrible dreams and slowly bringing him back to the world of light. Without her, he would have been a lost cause. N​ó​ttin fully believed this without a shadow of a doubt. So when she leaned into him, gently grooming his fur, the tender hearted man awoke with such a softness to his eyes.

But he remained there, laying on his side as she continued her preening. Always nice to wake up to you. I could get used to this, having you here with me forever. His voice was warm and caring, thick with the accent of his birth pack. Good morning, my moon song.