But If I Know You, I Know What You'll Do

The chill of the autumn air bit at Ellara's fur as she wandered through the God's Garden, the familiar landscape now feeling foreign under the weight of the season’s approach. She had come here often to tend to the herbs, ensuring they survived the colder months, but today felt different. Today, something else called her to this place. The wild grasses brushed against her legs as she moved, the scent of the earth mingling with the crisp breeze. She needed this escape, a reprieve from the castle, but more than that, there was a restlessness within her: a lingering echo of dreams that she could not ignore.

The dreams of the man with pink and green eyes had been haunting her still, growing more vivid with each passing night. Even now, she could see flashes of him when she closed her eyes, feel the warmth of his gaze even in the cold autumn air. It unsettled her, but it also drew her closer to this place, as if the Garden itself whispered for her to seek something she had yet to understand. There was comfort here, amidst the towering rocks and the quiet rustle of the wind, but there was also a sense of expectation, as though something waited for her just beyond the next turn.

Her paws guided her toward a stand of stone that jutted out of the earth like a perch, its starkness contrasting with the greenery around it. As she drew nearer, a familiar scent reached her, carried on the wind. Her heart quickened, the air suddenly thick with tension. She didn’t expect to find anyone here, least of all him. Her steps slowed as she approached the stone, her breath catching in her throat as she spotted the marbled form of the wolf from her dreams, resting atop the rocks. She froze, uncertain whether to speak or retreat, her mind racing with the impossibility of it all. What was he doing here?

Ellara hesitated, her blush colored gaze tracing over his form as he lay curled upon the stone. The very sight of him stirred something deep within her, a blend of fear and curiosity. Gathering her courage, she took a step forward, her voice soft yet steady as it broke through the stillness. "You're real," she murmured, the words almost a question but laced with certainty. Her gaze searched his face, looking for any sign that he, too, had been haunted by the same dreams.