The giant padded along his gait lazy and his purpose vague. He had a new little companion that he had to feed, that was one goal on his mind. She wasn't the best of hunters he'd quickly found out about her, but with just a little help from him he was sure she'd look in peak condition soon enough. His ruby gaze stretched over the horizon, the bright sunlight would reflect off the brilliant blooms of the flowers around him. There was a beauty to behold here, the embodiment of the springtime. The giant of a wolf would come to a slow over one of the hills that bordered the forest, he'd let his gaze wander over the thousands of blooms that had come out to greet him. Being a sucker for beauty the Armada would stop to smell the flowers on his way to make a kill. ""

Current was starting to function like a normal person again. Slowly, very slowly, but surely she started to crawl out of her shell. She was still three quarters self loathing and one quarter hate and yet somehow this was an improvement from the undestinguishable rage and hate and self loathing mess she had been before. It helped that she knew how to hunt now, she no longer fed of scraps and illbegotten meals she thieved off others. With a full belly and no one in sight to rage upon it was difficult to keep up the strong torrent of emotions. Gradually, her fear of the ocean stopped driving her ever inland and she began to question what she was doing.

She was so far from home, but that meant little to her, she had no will to return. So what did she want to do with herself? She did not believe in her heart that illume was alive so searching for her was not an option. Wondering aimlessly became tiring after a season and she just wanted. .. she wanted... and right there was the root of her problem. She could not,for the life of her, answer that simple question.

Wondering, alone, lost and at last returning from her crazed state she did not know fear. Not of anything so mundane as the fear of another wolf. No, her terror lay upon something so much bigger then herself or any creatures that roamed the earth. She feared only the sea.
So, when she saw a stranger she did not flee, she instead stood there and watched him. She was struck by his simple action, as he stood there and sniffed a flower. It was such an innocent, sweet, and naive gesture. Did he not realize that flower wod wilt and die by the seasons end? Nothing of beauty lasted, so why waste a moment of his life appreciating it?