The birds of the evening played their flute-like tune into the sunset. All the surrounding trees watched as the sun slowly fell into the West. Crimson blood stained the flaming sky. Such a powerful and defining moment. It was the end of an old day, and the beginning of a new night. The fires of the dying sun leaped higher into the blue life, like a Phoenix Dragon, swallowing its prey. It was...beautiful, unforgettable. Softened emerald orbs looked back at her new friend, Caeto. What a special memory this would be.
Caeto had asked where she resided in. She really didn't know where belonged. She would wonder here and there, perhaps eat here and rest up there but she never sticked in one spot. She was a runaway rogue. She belonged to no pack. She was just a free, happy soul.
"I don't have a home, or pack. I'm just a rogue." She simply explained. The words drifted in her mind. Just a rogue. Just a rogue? Just a loner? Ha. She was more than that. She was Titania.