Once she had longed for companionship, now she cursed herself, and what ever god had granted her wish. She felt as if her world was being invaded. River's occasional appearances, and her constant reminiscence of her lovely events with her beloved Doctor – for what else is a ghost to do other than remember their loved ones? - nearly made her snap and blast River back to where ever she came from. She was a reminder of what the Creature should have had; River's stories made her burn with a jealousy for a real life; a normal life, not this bleak fakery. Yet, even though, she wouldn't likely ever call River a friend, she was no enemy either. For when the waves of demons thrashed down with their glinting claws, she would find River at her back, keeping the slashing demons at bay.

"Why do you do this?" she asked River once as they regained their breath from a particular skirmish with a troublesome horde, "why are you helping me?"

River glanced over at her, squinting her eyes in assessment. "You prefer fighting alone?" The question annoyed the Creature; she stood straight with her hands clasped on her hips. "I've fought more battles than you have in a lifetime, and alone. I want to know why you keep coming back. You don't have to be here."

River shrugged, "maybe thats why I come back, because you've been alone too long."

The creature stares at her unblinking. "Touching, but I am not the reason for these visits. What do you want?"

There was always a secret hiding behind River's smile, something that made one think she knew more, that she was always one step ahead, and it unnerved her. River sighed, and gazed out at the setting sun. "Maybe I want nothing. But we all have our agendas do we not." Her gaze settled back on the Creature's, her lips twisting up into that secret grin. The Creature hated being antagonized, she hated being indebted, especially to one such as River. And as ungrateful as it was, she wished River would leave her alone. Maybe she did like the solitude more than she believed she did, or maybe her old jealousies were eating away her conscience.

There was a small thread of trust woven thinly between them. Yet, even when River would engage her in conversation, it never seemed to be quite friendly. It was as if River was a predator circling her pray,waiting to see what kind of being she really was. To find out hidden truths, and find a reason to trust this Creature that protected her Doctor with such persistency. In the end, it was River who did most of the talking. She would be reminiscent about her time's with the Doctor or spoke none at all. But when the silence grew between them, it became domineering and more horrible than when the creature was alone in her world.

"How did you first come into being here?" River asked one day as they strolled through a crowded village. Venders called out in foreign tongues, but the Doctor, of course, knew the language and translated for Clara, but only when he wasn't distracted by some oddity.

The Creature almost didn't answer River's question, she wasn't in the mood for more interrogation. However, her question struck a small memory hidden in the dark vault of her mind. It was hazy, a cloudy mist hovering over the images so she could not comprehend the importance of the memory. But she knew it held a heavy awakening. She dared not go near it as it would force her to relive the memory she tried so hard to forget.

"I don't know," was her terse reply.

"You were not born here then?" River asked skeptically.

The Creature cut her eyes at the curly haired women. "Most certainly not," she muttered.

"Then where do you come from?" River continued to question. She either was ignoring the Creature's exasperated appearance, or she was being purposely ignorant.

"Not from here," the Creature replied.

River huffed, "you are a thing of few words. Why the secrecy? Or do you not know that either?"

In truth the Creature knew very well of her life before, but those memories belonged to her, and she refused to indulge River. Instead of answering the Creature replied, "the less you know of me, the better we will both be."

River scoffed. "Rather dramatic. What kind of awful thing are you hiding from?"

The Creature paused for a moment, then shrugged.

"A wolf," was all she uttered before walking away.