And when you kiss me goodnight

The moon was up in its mesmerizing form, glistening a silver over the pack lands. With a small push Renesme would arise to sit and look towards its beauty, her small silhouette becoming outcasted against the darkness. Thoughts would create into the mind, twirling and dancing as they transform into memories. Her son had arrived to the lands of alacritis and with that the mystical siren had problems of her own to face. If he comes here, what'll happen? Perhaps shooing him away would save him, and even her the hassle of it all. With a sigh rolling from the tip of the salmon tounge, her lids would flicker shut, her peacefulness something of which is a surprise to her. It was quiet, its silence circling her whole- wrapping its web around the slender build.

The scent of crushed rose petals would lead that way to the oracle. Her allure something so bewitching; seething Its something she's beginning to accustom to in her own little way. The floor beneath her paws became numb to its bitter chill- snow was something so common around here, almost impossible to get rid of unless where in the middle of summer. The long, thick ivory locks hang loosely, swaying side to side as the winds would cradle her gently and before long the woman would lay upon the earth, silent- capturing the moment.

The admiringly long, wispy tail would stray away, becoming vertically in line with the skeletal spine. Before loosening herself up- the muscles relaxing, she'd slowly drifting away from the bitterness of reality. Escaping all the lies, the frustrations and annoyance set towards all the other wolves as she enters the immortal realm where anythings possible. The heavy sounds of her breath would lighten as her levels would change to a low, calm state. Sleeping out in the open was a bad habit, yet The capriana did not care, after all she was in the packlands.