Sleep had been escaping the fae for many nights. Perhaps it had been for watching the gruesome task of each pup killing another, or had it been something more? As she stared off into the dark empty space in her den, she couldn't stop herself from thinking of Raymond. She had always thought about him, at least a million times a day. The wolf rolled onto her back, forcing her eyes to close, but no luck. To no avail, the fae was not able to wander off to sleep again. Her tail dusted the ground behind her as she finally rested herself up on her elbows. She lifted her head high and stared out into the night sky. The moon was at the tallest point, and she knew it was very late. But she had to get something off her chest. She couldn't play these foolish games anymore. The Lead Warrior walked out of the den and into the main area. She looked around to all the dens, hearing some of them dreaming. She could hear their paws scraping across the ground, kicking and whining as they chased their prize. Focusing her eyes on the target, she walked over to Raymond's den. "Raymond, Ray are you there?" Her voice was low, afraid to stir any awake. Nobody needed to know the relationship that these two had with one another. They had not gone public with their affections just yet. The time wasn't right. Hell, Naomi wasn't even completely sure she was feeling the right stuff in order to make it work. Before she was going to speak again, her nose picked up his trail from a slight breeze. He was not here. Turning her body around, she followed his scent, leading her out of Erenyx. As she crossed over the border, she looked to the left and the right. Why would any wolf leave home at such a time? But who was she to judge? She had done it not too long ago.

Thoughts weighed heavy on her mind. What if her cruel behavior had turned him to another fae? What if he had tried all his might to love her, and after getting rejected, he wanted to kill himself? She shook her head to the second option. Raymond would never do that. he was too proud. But she could honestly see him sneaking away in the dead of night to see his new Juliet. She could imagine him cuddled up with a wolf from another pack. The idea sent her into a frenzy. She snarled and pushed her body into a run. She was not going to just let Raymond walk out of her life. She was not ready for such a bold move just yet. If she had to force him to be hers, she would do so. It was not long before Naomi saw her prize running towards an opening in the grounds. She looked left and right, searching for the fae he was wooing currently. No other wolf showed. As Raymond lifted his muzzle to the moon, he released a beautiful song, one Naomi was surprised to hear. Perhaps this was his plan all along. He would wait and call to his new love. Silently, she lowered herself to the ground, shrouded in darkness and petals. She watched him for a moment, but nobody came. Raymond was singing his love song to the most beautiful object in all the world. It was then that Naomi began to realize that perhaps her mind had forced her to wander a tad too far into the darker portions of her brain. Raymond was not seeking the comfort of another, not of a wolf. Just the moon. The lonely moon which hung so high, bright and brilliant. His song was beautiful, and she was no wolf to let one sing alone. Walking out from the flowers, she approached behind him. Not too close, but not too far. She raised her chin, as he did and called out to the moon as well. Her song was gentle and innocent, soaked with the joy she was feeling within herself. It had been a long while since Naomi had allowed herself such a sweet melody.