Outside on the edge of the pack clearing, Silver slept restlessly as he had a nightmare. In his nightmare, Silver was incircled by other wolves in pack clearing watching him as a beat up, bloody wolf laid in front of him that he just fought, which himself was covered in blood and scatches. Staring down at the wolf in his front of him, he made eye contact, seeing fear in him like he knew what was coming next...finishing him off. Seeing fear in the wolf. he stepped back not having the heart to kill the wolf laying in front of him. Then he looked around at the others, then looked at the Alpha and said forcefully "I am not killing him, he had enough...he doesn't derserve to die" Looking sternly and determined at the surprised Alpha. The alpha nodded, giving the wolves around him permission to attack him. As the wolves circled around him closed in on him he became very afraid and looked at the Alpha who was hanging back watching him with an evil glint in his eyes, laughing evilly. Then he looked the other wolves with pleading eyes as they sneered at him "Wait please...you don't know what your doing...." he said desperately in fear of dying as he was prepared to to fight them to his death. Caught of guard, a wolf jumped on him from behind tearing at his back with his maw as others around him followed his lead and started to tear at him everywhere. Feeling pain, Silver desperately determined trying to get them off him, snapping as his assults on him, which wasn't enough. Waking up breathing hard, he looked around freaked out, then sighed in relief as he realize it was only a dream. Looking beyond the trees as the sun came up, Silver got up and decided to go to his thinking place in which he knows no one will disrupt his thinking....The Hunting Moore.

Making it to the hunting moore, he padded around aimlessly looking around, liking the feeling of the soft grass beneath his paws every step he took. As he wondered around, Silver thought deeply about his encounter with Steele at the border making him, afraid of him. He shook his head and shuttered at the thought of his ecounter with Steele because he knew there will be trouble if he got in the way of the him. Then he thought about the Erenyx pack and his life as a Erenyx wolf, wondering if it was a mistake joining them because he Knows that he is so much different from Steele and the other wolves and that the law of the Erenyx pack is against what he believes. Also living in fear of Steele everyday of his life, is not what he wants to live. Sighing in regret and feeling unhappy, he stop and sat on his haunches and stared into the horizion where the earthly terrain meets the sky, taking in the beauty of the landscape as he continued to think deeply about his life in Erenyx.

The mornings always seemed to set the cream wolf on edge, the cheerfulness of the birds tweeting and the sun coming up over the horizon was all too much. Though, in reality, it was only too much for the harsh, toxic side of her, the almost transparent, sweeter side of the fallen angel loved it. With a missing heart and poisonous, silver tongue it was difficult to stay alive, an innocence living in decrepit poverty. It seemed that the morning sunshine made it thrive, illustrious it would survive another day under the scrutiny of her crimson demon. Orange light poured through the trees, intermittently shining on the traveling Cassiopeia. The night before had been spent a few yards outside of her den, the cramped nature of her den had made her claustrophobic. But come dawn, as other creatures began to move about, she couldn't keep herself in the aura of the trance. Now, wishing to satisfy an empty stomach and a need for blood, she headed out for the moor.

It was sparse hunting at first, a couple rabbits far too close to their burrows and sparrows looking for worms. But before long she managed to make a kill, an ermine who had ventured out into the wrong place at the wrong time. She made quick work of the thing, extinguishing its life with a spine snapping bite. Blood soaked her teeth and lean meat found its way to her stomach. She left only tufts of fur and a few tiny bones, the thing hadn't been much more than that to begin with. It still amazed her that something so small had as much life as her, its heart beating with hers in the rhythm of life.

Finding herself still hungry she wandered on, the only difference being the slight smell of blood on her breath and a hint of it on her right paw. She looked now for something which could truly satisfy the hunger within, the possibility of torture being on her mind. But before such things could be enacted she was faced with a fellow of her species, a fellow of her pack. The scent of Erenyx was everywhere so the only way that she could tell that this Silver male was her brother was by the absence of the queer scent of a loner or Helidos. His eyes were deep in thought, she could tell that he was lost to his own mind. Nearing him she let her voice drift over the headwind and into the light wolf's silver ears. "What's on your mind, stranger?" She kept her voice light and airy, such that it would be carried over the breeze. Closing the distance, she placed herself right beside him, a perfect place to see what he saw as she tried to get inside his frame of mind.

Lost in his thoughts, Silver continued to stare into the horizon, unware of the the wolf behind him. When the wolf spoke and sat beside him, he quickly got up and turned to face them, backing up a couple feet as he looked at the creamed-colored wolf surprisingly not expecting someone to be out there. When she asked what was on his mind, he immediately tense his muscles up not really trusting to tell the fae what he was thinking. "Why Should I tell you?...It is none of your business..." he said suspiciously calm, wondering why she asked such a thing as that to a unfamiliar wolf as him that she never met before. Then remembering he didn't tell his name or even asked her, he quickly said with the same tone "I'm Lead Warrior Silver by the way...Who might you be?" sitting back on his haunches, curling his tail over his paws still tense. As Silver waited what she would say next he listened to the birds tweeting in the air as they flew around. Taking a quick glance up, Silver spotted a bird flying over them, wondering how it would feel like flying in the air, then looked back down at her.

The suspicion in his voice made her chuckle, he was far too on edge to have been lulled by mere dreams. His trance had, more than likely, been something of interest, something which had completely enveloped him until he found her at his side. This lead to curiosity, what might have been on this wolf's mind, was it dangerous? But she left it alone, tossing it for her demon to nimble upon and decide his interest. Instead she was drawn away by introductions, this was her Lead Warrior, commander of her tooth and claw. A small part of her wondered why they had not met yet, she had been in the pack far too long to not know her immediate superior. But that was lost as she tried to decide which voice her silver tongue might project. Keeping it light she choice the voice which preceded the demon, the one given to her before she became an enchantress of words. "Lead Warrior Silver, you find yourself in the presence of Warrior Cassiopeia," She gave a slight bow, left leg bending so that her head might succumb under his. She left the formalities there, she had no respect for this wolf yet, nor would she until he found some way to prove himself. Unfortunate enough for him, she didn't hand out respect lightly and if she obeyed than it was only to preserve her anonymity. Her demon had gave her the charge of staying under the radar and blatant contempt for others would not yield fair results. Keeping her seat, she had made it obvious she held little importance for personal boundaries, she let her lilting voice touch the air once again. "I ask your thoughts because they seem to be weighing down upon you. I fear I am somewhat of a master of heavy thoughts and know it could help for someone to lend an ear," Her eyes held just a tint of concern, as if her demon didn't hold her back from empathy. But he didn't have much control at the moment, neutral interest in this male seemed to pervade without him near. In the mirthless depths of her mind, her little bit of innocence had hope. It aspirated that to help one would lead her on the track to help another, that service might be the best prospect to banish her demon. Pushing all of that aside she decided to make an honest agreement to the gray-eyed wolf. "I can tell you that the words which leave your mouth will never leave mine. In my experience, strangers always seem to make the best confidants," Her voice was honest and true, her husky tones found there way to the surface, making her seem all the more real. The demon churned just beneath the surface, angered that she would make such an agreement. But his true anger was that she meant what she said, a crimson light lit that fact and made it gleam in a cross fashion. But she pushed down that part of her, maintaining her plain face and the truthful look in her eye. Her words kept sincere and the demon's harsh voice was subdued, a tense silence was felt throughout her mind, the eerie calm of the eye of the storm.