It had taken some time to come to grips with what had happened. Despite how many days it had been, he could still feel every motion and touch that they had shared. Yet he couldn't help but feel twisted up inside despite how good it felt in the moment. There was worry that he may have done this with her too fast, that he had sacrificed something just to be that close to her.

Then there was the other issue on his mind. The fact that his other little witch from the swamps had suddenly gone missing. Cyrus had tried tracking her down a few times, only finding the scent trail of blood but nothing else. It was like she just vanished into thin air. What ever the cause, it was clear that he needed to move on.

Besides, he had never really claimed her any way. Then why did it feel so horrible that she was gone? Did he simply want the best of two worlds? Cyrus pondered all of this on a cold but somewhat sunny morning. The golden wolf was laying on his favorite sunning rocks as the snow began to fall. Not that it would stay snowing for very long most likely, with the sun continuing to beat down on this early part of the day. Long legs stretched out in a tired fashion, eyes closed as he basked in the warm rays of the sun.

Nearby the smell of a smaller kill he had made earlier was half eaten and stored in a secret cache for himself. It had been a little more difficult as of late to find big game in this area for the pack. Perhaps he just needed to seek them out a bit farther from his usual stomping grounds. It certainly was a thought. Cyrus continued to try and shut down the thoughts that harbored his aching mind, all the while trying to relax his body for what ever might come next.

Skill: N/A

Note: At this date, Cvetka had just landed in Mythris and is still gravely injured.

---

Cvetka was no more than a rotting corpse within a den of nameless faces.

Her limb throbbed. Still mangled, swollen, burning with pain. What was she to do, now? Once every while, her lips would purse, and she would whine out softly, in some inutile attempt to seek asylum with the spirits who would hear her calls.

Yet, no one would answer her prayers.

4 days being naught but inert. Her body ached from the lack of use. Her stomach felt hollow. Like a bear emerging from hibernation, she rose from the ground, slowly emerging with hobbled steps from the den.

Upon a sun-kissed rock laid a man. With the form of a god, and the silken golden coat as though he'd been forged with sunlight himself.

Her blue eyes squinted, jaws only slightly ajar. She limped forward and her nostrils twitched.

Who was this beautiful man? Resting with the aureate rays cast over his broad frame—could he be the angel that she'd so desperately called for?

Another quiet whimper rumbled in her throat. Her steps were faltered, yet that did nothing to deter her approach towards the ethereal form before her.

Oh he was no golden god. That much he knew for certain. More like a golden devil. With the way his mind and body had been guiding him as of late, it was a wonder that he had made it this far in his life. Per usual, those same troubling thoughts continued to plague him. And he was left wondering if he was heading down a road that there was no turning back from. But for now, his attentions turned to a noise scurrying from underground nearby. And it was very close by. He opened his light colored lids to reveal blue eyes like that of blue topaz, staring hard into the brush until a young girl came forward.

Her body condition looked terrible, causing him to rise to his feet in alarm. Where on earth did you come from? Also, I know this is a stupid question, but are you alright? What happened? It seemed as though one of her legs was damaged, and her demeanor was like that of a kicked puppy. It did concern him that she wasn't of the pack however, the lack of Elysium wolves' scent on her coat. Cyrus did think to warn the others at first, but then decided to wait and see what happened next. With any luck, he could handle this little situation on his own. Also he didn't want a certain daystar to come rolling in with her possessive nature, and attempt to further kick the girl's butt. No, he certainly could not have that.

Skill: N/A

---

He rose. As though he were the eastern sun.

'Where on earth did you come from? Also, I know this is a stupid question, but are you alright? What happened?'

Cvetka flinched back, mildly startled by his stature and the alarmed nature of his words. The girl stumbled back against the dusty ground, eyes wide and startled.

With sheer luck, she caught herself. The girl let her lips fall agape if only slightly, her breaths swift with alarm. Sky-hued eyes returned to rest upon the stranger.

Her tail remained sweeping against the ground with a rear held low in submission. Fine, I— she shuffled her feet, the unharmed forelimb aching from supporting twice the weight it was accustomed to. I don't... know...

One second, she'd been falling. The next, she was in the embrace of a pretty silver boy and his equally beautiful sister. They were her saviors, that was.... all she knew.

What came before that?

Cvetka lowered her head and scanned the ground at her feet. Despite there being nothing of interest, her gaze was transfixed away, averted from the sire's.

The rosy colored girl came a little more forward, though seemingly flinched at his words. It caused him to wince a little, realizing how he must have sounded to her. It wasn't his intentions to cause more damage, though he seemingly did so any way. Come on over here and rest a bit. I have some food stowed away if you would like some. Cyrus coaxed her towards him, not caring any more if anyone saw her with him like this. She needed help, and that's all there was to it. The golden man took a step aside, waiting for her to lay down on one of the sunning rocks.

It would be a good place for her to warm up and get some much needed sun and rest. Sure the den she was probably in had helped. But there was nothing like the warmth of the sun on your skin to help the healing process. What's your name? I'm Cyrus of Elysium. Have you met the others of my pack? Cyrus wasn't sure if she had just woken up in this world like he had last year, or if she had been hiding here all along. No matter, he would find out soon enough.

Skill: Klutz [1/5]

---

At his invitation, she perked up. The warmth of the sun, along with the offer of food, was alluring to say quite the least. Cvetka limped forward towards the outcrops, her long-furred brush happily waving by her feet.

Inadvertently, clambering onto a rock with a broken front leg proved easier said than done. Her claws grasped the stone with as much strength as she could muster—yet it wasn't enough. Cvetka tumbled down onto the ground and yelped. Pathetic, unsurprisingly.

Still, somehow, she was entirely undeterred. As though she hadn't just tumbled away moments earlier, Cvetka regained her balance and tried again. Her short limb carefully hopped up and placed itself onto the surface of the rock. This time, she gathered enough strength to hoist herself up.

Her injured forepaw still nestled at her chest, Cvetka curled up close to the sire. Her nostrils flared and out soft huffs, quite tired from simply hoisting herself onto the rock.

She'd have been quite ashamed if it weren't for the elation of Cyrus's invitation. The girl was far more distracted by that.

'What's your name? I'm Cyrus of Elysium.' Cyrus... Cvetka's head tilted in curiosity. 'Have you met the others of my pack?'

The name Elysium had grown mildly familiar, by this point. She understood that they were the pack who's been housing her, tending to her wounds and feeding her scraps. For that, she was deeply grateful.

...Cvetka... she answered quietly, I've... met a few. Amaris. She'd met Amaris. She never wanted to leave Amaris's side—yet, alas, he had more important things to do than tend to the wants of a needy parasite like Cvetka was.

Cyrus watched her climb up with a bit of a struggle. But she soon gained what strength she had left and climbed on top of the sunning rock, joining him at his side. They curled up together, but not in the romantic way. No, he had no more use for that kind of attention. He put those thoughts to rest quickly. That's good to hear. They are a welcoming bunch, though a few are a bit on the odd side. But they mean well enough. It's nice to meet you Cvetka. I hope you have a speedy recovery. I am sorry for what ever happened to you. His voice held a deep sincerity that he reserved for those that deserved it. She was one such wolf. Do you plan on staying here long? You probably should, at least until you have fully healed. Here's some food. Cyrus slipped over some boar meat that he had stored away, hoping that it would be enough to entice her. Ah, the chivalrous one when he put in the effort.

Skill: N/A

---

Cvetka listened to his words in a comfortable silence. Her body was at ease, her gaze floating around their surroundings. His words confirmed what she'd already observed—Elysium was a hospitable group, both in their words and their actions.

The lackadaisical drift of her regard fixed back onto Cyrus at his question, however.

'Do you plan on staying here long?' The wolfdog tilted her head. 'You probably should, at least until you have fully healed.'

She lowered her head. He was right. She probably should—to walk across a small clearing was debilitating without the use of one of her limbs. A solitary living in such a state was little more than a death wish.

Yet, the last thing she desired was to be a burden to the pack who'd welcomed her so graciously. Nervous, she shuffled her position and took in a soft breath.

...if I am welcome. I would like to stay until I've healed. She mumbled softly, her gaze lowering to the ground at the base of the rock. As he gave her the food, she grinned, dipping her head to take up his offer and consume the meat she'd been graciously given.

It was good to see her resting and relaxing a bit more, taking comfort in the pack's welcoming embrace. She seemed to ease up a bit more, perhaps realizing that she was no longer in any immediate danger. Cvetka took the meat she had been given, munching down on it as if she hadn't eaten in months. It pained him to see it, but he kept his expressions in check so that she wouldn't notice it. A smile still kept to his features, his body relaxing a bit more as he felt comfortable enough to have her around. Besides, Aelia would have to deal. The girl needed help, and that's all there was to it. Cyrus continued to let her eat in peace, His ocean blue gaze looked out to the running water nearby, watching its current flow with a relaxed demeanor. For now, all was peaceful again. Peaceful and quiet.

Skill: N/A

---

The small portion of meat was gone quite quickly. Cvetka's tail was restless, sweeping against stone in satisfaction.

She gingerly lapped her tongue over her red-stained paws, with blood now stained over her face. She was contented, lying in the warmth of the sun beside a benevolent man with a belly full of fresh food. What more could she ask for?

She shut her eyes, folding her ears back. ...I'd fallen from the sky, she mumbled quietly without much thought behind her words, I... don't know how I got here. Nothing beyond that, anyway. In truth, she could truly only remember fleeting moments of that day—of Amaris haphazardly dragging her over the ice, and the sheer agony that gripped her entire body.

Cvetka frowned. Her tail slowed to a halt. It wasn't the most pleasant thing to remember.