She had a stillness about her, a sharp contrast to Willow in his mind. It drew him to her, slowly, but inextricably. But she wasn't quiet, not when you knew her; she had a laugh that filled the room. And such strength, an energy that balanced and anchored him. Her hands cool on his body, calming the wolf-heat. Her voice soft, chanting the cycles of moon and earth.

But that was then. Now, from time to time, he returns to her beyond the gloaming, rests his forehead against the stone, and breathes deep and slow as she centers him again.