The moon shed gentle light, her smiling face half-hidden and modestly veiled in a light layer of mist. Stars gleamed in her dark tresses, emphasizing the beauty of the expanse. Sundew wandered about on the beach below, allowing her paws to wander where they would. The smell of the sea filled her nostrils, the salt causing a slight, almost unnoticeable burning. Waves lapped gently at the shore, tossing about the bioluminescent organisms that seemed to outshine the stars. In this world, the sea was as beautiful as the sky. Sundew had never seen anything like it. The mirrored duality spread across such a large expanse even put the purple, green, and blue banner that sometimes hung across the tundra sky to shame. So why did she long only for the cool, crisp air of her home? If this place was so beautiful, so marvelous and enchanting, why did she long for the humdrum banality of the tundra? It was simple, really: Sundew was lonely.

Her entire life had been spent in the loving embrace of her family. Her mother had chided her, her siblings had teased her, but always she ha been loved. Always she had been safe. Here every day was something new. Once, she would have insisted that she longed for adventure. Once, she would have called any who complained at the chance to be a god a fool. That did not change the aching in her chest, did not assuage the loneliness that encroached on the treasure trove of joy her heart normally held.

The Broken Coast seemed an appropriate place for her mood, especially on this night. The fog lent it an especially ethereal quality. Sundew almost felt as if by stepping through the right space she might stumble upon yet another world. Instead, she stumbled upon another wolf. He was golden. Staring out at the moon and shining sea as he was, he seemed its antithesis. The sun, broken free from the sky to visit night. And here Sundew was, her pure white quote echoing the moon above. Such a lovely metaphor. "What is this place?" Despite her bleak mood, Sundew couldn't help herself. Her lips quirked in a rueful smile and she let out a gentle laugh. Wary of his reaction, she stepped into a clearer area. "You must be new here. This is the realm of gods-to-be."

Sundew had always been easy to please, and even this small exposure to another wolf was enough to raise her spirits. As her happiness increase, she felt herself begin to radiate waves of joy. It was minor, a decreased version of her own subdued state, but still enough to affect the other wolf's mood. She was wary of artificially changing his happiness level, as she had once done with Myrr. Sundew was desperate for real, permanent connections, and even she was mature enough to know you didn't go about that by force or manipulation. Even if it would make him happier. "I'm Sundew. What a nice surprise! I wasn't expecting to meet anyone knew tonight."

A wry smile quirked it's way across Sundew's face at the other wolf's disbelief. Had she believed it at first? Well, yes. Once someone had actually taken the time to tell her what was going on. Of course, by the time she met Oberon, Sundew had been in this strange land for several days. She had seen wolves sway and ramble as if mad, seen pups converse with the dignity of adulthood, soon a child prevent an elk from fleeing the hunt. Without these things? Perhaps she too would have scoffed in disbelief. Sundew doubted it though. She had always been the type of wolf to pick the reality that was the most fun. What could be more fun than becoming a god? A family, a home, a mate to love, pups to suckle... Sundew shook her head and shrugged. There was no point dwelling in might have been. This golden wolf would learn the truth soon enough. If Sunny had possessed a more physical power, she might have shown him. Oberon had made a lake of earth between her paws, complete with leaping fish. Alas, a heartfelt smile could do as much as her powers. It was more honest, too. Sundew had come to realize, slowly, that it would be almost impossible to tell when she had found a true friend. Is joy that is contagious any true joy at all?

"So what's got you out so late lil mama?"

Sundew giggled. She had never been flirted with, no properly, and no one had ever called her sweet names before. Her lavender eyes raked over the blonde wolf before her again. He was certainly handsome. Fit, with a charming synchronicity of coat and eyes. Sundew had long been of the opinion that white was the most boring color possible for a wolf. This male seemed to prove it. "I'd heard tales of the waves shining in the night, so I decided to see it for myself." The wolf looked out over the waves crashing against the shore. It really was beautiful. They seemed lit from within as if the sea had gained a soul with the rising moon. It was a lie. She had come because she was sad, but had thought it would make her sound weak to admit it. Now that she had denied her sorrow, she knew where the true weakness lie. "And I missed my family. I'll never see them again, you know. No one ever does." Sundew turned her big purple eyes on the other wolf once more. "I'm sorry..." And she was, truly, for if no one ever saw their family again, then neither would this wolf before her. A wolf who still had no name. "What are you called?"