After the multiple strange encounters with her niece, it was time to leave the forest for a little while. After all, there was a whole continent for her to explore once more. It had been some time since she'd seen it all, and she wanted to see it again. Distance made the heart grow fonder, right? Large paws thumped brazenly across the snow until she reached a strange sight. A massive crater in the earth, surrounded by slick ice. Narrowing her eyes at it for a moment, she wondered what could possibly emerge from the empty abyss beneath. If her brother were here, he might have gone charging over to see what was inside. He would also most likely tumble into it, never to be seen again. Which wasn't so different from reality, where he had disappeared entirely as well. The bastard. Now she had to deal with his wandering offspring, for some reason. Water spewed from it at an alarming velocity, the steaming spray catching the very ends of her whiskers despite her distance. Head rearing back, she took a few steps further away from the cursed hole in the ground. Gods above, what the fuck? "Talk" "You" Think

Something inside Amon had stirred recently. The titanic man knew the time was nearer than ever for his family to begin what they had been long preparing for. Amon had sequestered himself in Auster for some time now, keeping an eye on the young ones and those members of the family who had arrived the aid them. Now was perhaps one of his final chances to scout the far lands before they embarked, and he meant to make the most of it. Amon had formed a sort of reverence for this realm in his time there, for its vast and sweeping landscape which was never twice the same, to the obvious presence of his Fallen God and the spirits cast down alongside him. Yes, he knew of no others who had some so close to finding the ancestral lands they were promised. Amon was considerably deep in his thoughts, and as such did not realize how close he had wandered to the Devil's Spout. It gave only the faintest rumbles of warning before a rocket of water shot upwards into the sky with a 'Woosh!' Amon was duly startled, and back peddled with savage snarl. The phenomenon seemed to surprise not just him, but a bit of unexpected company as well. On the geysers far side Amon caught sight of yet another spirit. They seemed to be surfacing in droves as of late, he reflected with keen interest. First the small blue creature, and now this one. Of course, this one was hardly the same. Amon sized her up with an appreciative eye. The woman was made of dark, swirling purples and indigos, magenta and lilac. She appeared as a night sky did when colored with the last vestiges of sunset. She could match Amon in size, which was not something the titan was often able to say. Yet again, his mind flickered to thoughts of his sister and whatever had sired her children. He offered the astral fae a dry smile and a quirked brow. "I suppose this was a lesson to always stay on our toes, hmm?" "Talk" "You" Think

Rumbling thunderheads had descended from on high to form the titan who stood before her. Amethyst gaze would rove over his immense body, taking him all in. "I suppose this was a lesson to always stay on our toes, hmm?" He said. She scrunched up her features briefly, tongue swiping over her muzzle self consciously. No doubt she looked like a fool. A low grunt would be uttered, noncommittal and without much care for what he had to say. Casting her attention elsewhere, she opted to abandon the geyser. It was a little too dangerous and unpredictable for her tastes, much like the shenanigans of her youthful self. Death by boiling water didn't sit well with the celestial beast. Large paws would thud rhythmically upon the terrain as she left the crater and the dark coloured male behind. Neither of them really interested her. Sure, he was as big as herself and Mithras, but he was cocky. She didn't have time, or patience, for cocky. For years she had dealt with that attitude from others, and now she cared enough for herself not to bother with it. Crown low between her shoulders, she prowled in search of something more interesting. "Talk" "You" Think

The spirit hardly seemed impressed by his arrival, and Amon graciously attributed that to her recent near-death arrival. That being said, he did not appreciate being ignored either. The man bristled as she turned to walk away. Perhaps she was addled, he told himself. "Shy, are we? What a shame to find such a beautiful woman with such a terrible affliction," he called to her in a dry, disinterested tone, when in truth he was anything but the sort. In Amon's mind he ran through numerous possibilities. At the bottom line, Amon intended to father descendants bred between his line and the spirits who roamed this land. This woman seemed a prime candidate... allowing for a few behavioral issues. Amon contemplated subduing her by force, but was hesitant to do so. While none of the spirits he'd found so far had given any indication that they may possess powers beyond that of their mortal frames, it was still a point of caution. Not to mention, faes bred by force had an unending list of ways they might forfeit or destroy any sired pups. No, this would go much more smoothly if Amon was able to reason with the woman on good terms. Perhaps he ought to simply mind her scent and follow her for a ways? Either way, Amon was not the sort to chase after any other creature unless he intended to eat it, and that was certainly not a qualifier here. If she wanted to leave, he would let her. Of course, it would not be the last time they met. "Talk" "You" Think

It seemed the man wasn't done. Oh great, he was a social one. Was everyone looking for a best friend in this damn land? She sighed openly, rolling her eyes when he just had to make a comment. "Shy, are we? What a shame to find such a beautiful woman with such a terrible affliction," He called after her, aloof in every sense. Hanging her head in shameless annoyance, amethyst eyes would slide closed for a moment. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... She thought to herself, trying to reign herself in. Fuck, these wolves were nuisances. "Not shy," the cosmic titan grunted. Crown would rise, casting a rather blank, dead eyed expression in the direction of the male. She didn't have the energy for this bullshit. "don't care about smart mouths." With that settled, she shook out her ruff and snorted to herself. Gods above and below, she was getting too old for this shit. What was he going to say next, that he was trying to woo her with that crap? Worse, that he was being nice? With her luck, probably. She didn't encounter many wolves her size anymore, and when she did, she rarely treated them differently than small wolves. This was part of the reason her face and body had become battle scarred over time. "Talk" "You" Think