Chapter three
"You're lucky. You have leather to protect you from the icy land. I barely have anything to protect me" Erica complained. "She's right. I'll let her use my jacket. Hopefully that'll be enough for her" Beelzemon thought. "Here. You need this more than I do" Beelzemon took off his jacket and let Erica borrow it. She stared at his arms. They were skinny but they were strongly muscled. Erica slipped it on. The leather shined in the moonlight. "You ready?" Beelzemon asked. She nodded. "Alright then, let's do this" Beelzemon dashed off, Erica close behind him. He was content with the breeze. It felt nice. He enjoyed the feel of wind in his short blonde hair. The two were a team. The two enjoyed each other's company. Erica was a decent hunter and Beelzemon was a wise alpha. He knew when to stop a hunt and when to keep on. Soon enough, the duo were finally at their destination. The tundra was snowy. Beelzemon lifted his nose into the cold air. Erica, who was traveling far behind, was glad for the rest. Through the mix of scents in the air he smelled a family scent. "Syllva, she's near" Beelzemon dashed off. Erica broke into a sprint. She followed her alpha. Now all digimon had extremely good sense of smell, but Beelzemon was astounding even for a digimon. He could smell something from six miles away or more. Syllva smelled like tundra plants. Mainly like saxifrage. Erica stayed away from his tolerance zone. "Erica, stay here till I get back" Beelzemon ordered. He dashed off. Erica stayed and waited for her friend to come back. Syllva's scent became stronger as he ran. "Syllva! I'm here! What do you want?" Beelzemon called. He got as he wished. Syllva appeared at a nearby hill. "Very good my son. You have reached your family's rendezvous. We lived here for many years. You were born here. It is here you will find what you want" Syllva spoke to him in thought speak. "Syllva, what do I have to do?" he asked. "Follow me" she whimpered. Beelzemon did. Syllva led him to an old den. "Let me guess: our family's summer den?" he looked at Syllva. The white wolf nodded. "Whoa! How'd I know that?" he asked. Syllva stepped next to him. "Your heart is slowly coming back to you" she answered. Then she turned away and motioned her head for him to follow her. He did so obediently. "Is it really coming back to me?" Beelzemon wondered.The white wolf stopped at a nearby river. "This place, it's like a memory from a dream" he stared at the crystal clear water. "If I hadn't been killed, you would still be living along this river" Syllva sat down next to him. "Was I born here?" Beelzemon asked. "Yes. There used to be a den around here" she answered. "Are you really a wolf?" he asked. Syllva shook her head no. "This is a spirit form. When I died, I was made guardian of tundras. Apparently, the spirit was a wolf spirit" Syllva's voice had softened. Somehow, he could feel it. This wolf was his mother. He knew that voice from anywhere.Meanwhile, Erica was singing the same song she sang when she first met Beelzemon, only the second verse. "Dear dreams, I'm right here. Through your worries, though your fears. I've been waiting for you to call my name. Oh you know that I hear you if you turn to me and trust my word is true. You will never be the same. Well I'm standing here to say that you need me in your life. Cause I know that you can't make it on your own, on your own. If you would take a chance, let me change you deep inside. I promise you will never be alone. So here's my heart. It's been broken, it's been wounded. But I'll give it all to you if you would love me, love me. Here's my life. If you want it, you can have it. I will give it all to you because you love me and love is everything you need" she sang to herself. She was missing Beelzemon. The jacket was keeping her warm pretty good. She lied down and gazed at the star filled sky, hoping her alpha had found his heart.
