Whispers on the wind.

It wasn't strange to see the cream woman known as Identification in climates that were warmer and a little humid, knowing not everyone enjoyed the humidity. Identification understood that it could become slightly unbearable also. She had felt bad for disappearing for a little while, maybe it was needed, to clear her mind of the thoughts of her life and everything that happened. Often wondering if she should wander and find her way back to Auster, but deemed it unfavorable as of yet, she was still a little skinny, not filled out like she normally is. But she will gain her strength back, and her friends. Or so she could only hope.

The nights were lonely, but Identification made due, Violet never fleeing from her side but helping her threw the times she had caused herself. Being a bit healthier, although not completely she smiled to the hummingbird she was grateful to have as a friend. She had a plan now, she understood life a little better. It wasn't always rainbows and happiness. No it was cruel and dark at times. And now, she would set off to do what she felt was right.

If Erebos had taught her anything, it was to not always show her softer side, except around those she cared about and loved. Her tail flicked as she glanced around. Soon, soon enough she would be setting her own plans into motion, something that would make those respect her a little more. Although she will always be free and welcoming. There was new duty within her eyes and soul. A howl rang out for any of her friends that known her. Identification needed to talk to one of them.

"Identification"