A little wandering never hurt anyone, Seraphim was a firm believer in that. In fact, he had left his pack to make wandering his life, fleeing from his obligations as the heir. Yet now he was considering pack life again, for the sake of being nearer to his children than he could be travelling around on his own. If he was going to teach them to hunt, to fish, and to lead, he would need to be close enough to do so. But things with Tortuga had been slow, Morphine had been far too busy to discuss the issue with him. He hoped that he would catch her soon to let her know of his wishes. Steam poured from the hot spring as he approached it, obvious against the clear night sky. The nighttime was cool, unlike the sweltering heat that owned the day. The hot spring was a welcome find. Seraphim stepped slowly into the shallow waters, letting the soothing warmth surround him as he was submerged. It would do good to calm his nerves, and to let go of his worries for the time being. Speech Thought Others

Suffocated by blackened walls would the frame stretch out with little hesitation until walking along the earth with a Melodious grace; the steam from the waters so admiring into the emerald hues that all Renesme could do was gaze into the misted heat. Twisting and turning the lobes would she hear the presence of another before catching sight of a Pale male, relaxing in the middle of the night; alone. With the small silhouette coming to a halt would she inspect the silent man, drinking in the solid appearance hungrily, yet staying planted to her spot a few meters away. The Greenery has become something so hard to find to the oracle, living in the lands where snow was normal to the day to day life; where her pelt would make her appear invisible against the white substance. With a flick of the long, whispy tail would the silence consume her whole, the sinful nature the Glaciem beholds almost becoming unrecognisable upon the mask, as the calmness of her body position begins to set; the orbs still remaining on the male, whom by any moment could choose to make a wrong turn upon the small creature. Speech Thought Others