Night began to fall over the island and the festivities did not seem as if they were going to die down anytime soon. Kiba smiled lightly as he walked away from the main group that had found a way to light their area to keep up the partying. He wished them all well, but he was tired from the fighting prior. With the small fae dragon curled tightly against his chest, the diowolf walked silently towards the forest that had been a great place to hide soldiers earlier. As he trekked up the slight hill he scratched the soft hide of his new friend. He could feel a gentle purr emanate from her little chest against his own. “You are cute,” he commented softly.

Kiba finally lifted his gaze towards the darkness of the forest, and his Reztreal reacted as he glanced over it. He stopped short and narrowed his gaze. Looking harder there was a darker spot than the rest of the shadows of the forest and finally saw an outline that most likely would have startled others. Inwardly he could feel his shadow magic flare up to the surface instinctually. “You may want to announce yourself next time, or you may be cut down,” he said stiffly.  

Shadows curled into odd shapes to finally reveal that it was a separate entity. “Come forth.” The shadows moved forward along the cold grass until it pooled a mere yard away from the diowolf. His eyes flashed while looking down at it. He could feel the creature was pushing at his boundaries in a way of testing him. Silence lingered between them as Kiba was not about to let his patience be tested any further.  

Moments continued to pass until in a single second the shadows lifted into the air into a solid form. A young woman stood with a bo staff in hand and long flowing locks ran to her mid waist. Red light glowed where her eyes showed have been, and smile grew on her shadowed face. I pick you. Those were the only words that came from her towards Kiba. The diowolf lifted his brow, but he knew what she meant. This shadowed being was attaching herself to him.