Tiny footsteps, unheard by most and unseen by all, struck through the sylvan region. The fae, a small wolven sort of creature with an inept sense of smell, was hot on the trail of some unknown canid -- a newcomer! Her whole mind writhed at the thought of it. It had been almost one whole month since she had told Kalm that she was giving up her place in Diabolic Core to seek another pack-family, a place among more righteous creatures. Kalm's intentions were dark to the wolfess, even though he had practically raised her as his own since that stormy night he had took her into the Core. Having no one else to turn to, she had willingly gone with him. And he had named her Evane.

Her one magical ability was camoflage, and what a gift it was -- it allowed her to move invisibly throughout the many territories, easily keeping tabs on the Core's well-being. She didn't ignore the fact that many of the pack's former patrons had gone their seperate ways, and that Kalm, too, was apt for newbies. Their one lure was the thrill of being evil, and it was so successful that for a long time, Evane thought she would never win any of them over to her side. But today proved her wrong. Today she would gain a pack member.

As she drew near the stream, she could see a male's figure reclined nearby. Evane, having always been keenly in touch with her elemental side, nearly lost her temper to the fact that he had been at her water. Her water! Sure, she liked to maintain a countenance that said, "Look at me, I'm perfect and pure," but it never lasted very long. As her packmates would soon learn, Evane was nice for the first few days until your welcome wore off. From then on, you'd have to earn your keep and her respect, and until then, she was apt to be "a right handful of sassy beast" as quoted by some of the more easygoing forest animals. For the moment, she would say nothing of her camoflage ability until she learned of the other's powers. If he could read minds, she would confess everything he sought before he could conclude that she was hiding something.

She slid through the bushes, although she couldn't help the crackling noise that would indefinitely give her away in the end, and approached the stranger. "Toppa t'mornin to ye, me friend," Evane trilled, her voice falling soft but lively on her own ears - just as it ought have. "Can I help ye with anythin', p'raps?" Inwardly, she bottled her own excitement, and prayed for luck and wisdom. If not Kalm, she needed some other form of life to show her the way - a spirit would do just fine.