Neyrii, after doing her business, sprinted back to the shelter as fast as she could.  In her jaws was a bag, a spherical ob
ject glowing inside. She stopped short as she neared the stream a little bit, watching Aaron and Ayren. Oh, good greif. Now I feel like Autumn. She wandered to a random tree and let herself slump down under it. She hadn't felt safe before she had the little talk with Volkenagrim, but now that she told him everything she felt as if the world was crashing down on her. Oh knock it off, atleast I told someone... Still not forgiving her! And don't say I don't know how because I do! But I'm still not! She was currently at war with herself, which to an average human would sound like a series of barking and growling, and maybe a bit of batting at the air, the things stupid dogs do. But no, she felt prior to opportunities now. She was a wolfdog. She could just, wander off without any chains called a castle holding on. Day, night, any time. She sat there with her eyes closed feeling the cool breeze whip her fur.

Neyrii was a little bit frightened, partly because he might have been losing it, and all this nonsense was getting creepy. She stepped forward, then looked back, and entered the void. Or whatever it was. Whatever she saw, she was more frightened than ever. She yelped and leaped out, making a swift run for it. She looked back once, but she was moving too fast to see anything. Even though it was now spring, she was shivering in the cold wind rushing past her. She finally stopped, somehow in a dark, bare, wasteland. She wandered around for about 10 hours, looking for water or atleast a decent vulture.

Neyrii's tail and paws were now a dark shade of black and brown, because they were dragging on the ground the whole time. She was much too tired to go back, and a little more interested in finding water. She had begun scratching at the tough ground, searching for a small spout of water. Or atleast a geoduck, because it probably used to be an ocean that had burned away because there was a dormant volcano in the distance. It wasn't cold anymore, but she thought she was just numb. After looking around a bit, she decided to dig a small den. Before she knew it, she was asleep.

Neyrii awoke and stumbled out of her den, staring up at the full moon. Great, when I get back I will be attacked again. Oh well, I had a good run. She leaped into the air and sprinted back, claws beared. She entered, leaping through a bush, landing with all fours half-way sprawled out
infront of her.

Neyrii snorted, making her way slowly to the stream. She leaped in, washing dirt, mud, and ash off her paws and tail. One paw, the previously wounded one, was tucked up and harshly injured from walking for days. She hopped out of the stream and lay down on the riverbed, licking her lame leg.

Neyrii pointed her nose to the moon. Perhaps you spoke too soon... She weakly stood up, in no condition for a fight. She beared her claws, waiting for Maleck to take over Volkenagrim. In her mind deep down, she knew what everyone was thinking. Her species had the weird ability to read minds, understand everything, but for some reason it only worked with Aaron and Volkenagrim. Looks like your trying to do more than protect her... And I am pretty sure she would be willing to speak to the king to keep you from getting killed. We are both very good freinds with him... Neyrii was speaking to Aaron in his mind, the only way she could speak at all. She snickered in her own mind, but ceased as soon as she thought of the looks she might get.

Neyrii smirked. I am right behind you. Too bad she has already been married off, for some reason. She met a suitor earlier than expected. And we know how that turned out! You think it'll work with my so-called sister, your wrong. She is tough as a rock on the outside, but on the inside she is as soft as a linen pillow. But, she will turn the cold shoulder at some point. Just you wait. Neyrii, as a wolfdog, was naturally sinister and sly when it came to Ayren and many others. If Aaron would stop acting as if Ayren were her sister, then maybe he might get the nice side. But no, everyone has to compare her to Ayren. If she would be allowed to actually fight her own battles, she would actually be considered the older and more mature one. The one others would look up to, like she was meant to be.

Neyrii trotted in the direction of the forest to hunt. I am alot happier being a dog than a princess, I would never need to be married off. Whoever they chose will just have to marry someone else next month. When she returned from the forest, there was blood from her chin down. In her maw she held a sheep, also covered in blood. She lay it down in the shelter, walking off in another direction. If any of you follow me, its your fault you return with the memory of something very unpleasant. And no, I'm not doing business. She trotted far off to a cave, the one she was in before. As she progressed farther inside, she heard growling from the cave entrance, in other words another wolfdog. She backed up, watching the yellow eyes glow in the dark. Sorry to intrude your cave sir... She made a run for the exit but got wacked backwards with a large paw.

Neyrii stood infront of the other wolfdog, rearing up every few minutes to remind him she was a threat. After an hour of circling and identifying, the wolfdog leaped up and bit at Neyrii's maw. Neyrii swatted at him, racing for the exit again but got bitten in the hind leg and knocked out from blood loss.

Neyrii, after waking up and noticed the wolfdog gone, galloped to the shelter. She was still covered in blood but didn't break a sweat tackling Nekoryu from behind.