As they arrived at the camping grounds of choice Wiflor did not wish to move.  Feeling his face against her, she clung around his head to bury his face deep to her chest.  Feeling every breath as the air traced and wove around each strand of her fur and the warmth of his very being was wrapped into her own.  She didn't want to let go of her Cyrus, and she did not want to lose those moments.<br/><br/>"Cy-....Cyrus..."<br/><br/>Getting the name fully right she would actually make a sound but all too late.  The sound of another voice broke out as Atticus' own broke their moment of peace and tranquility.  Opening her eyes she felt the furrow of her brows and flicked her tail against a strip of the wagon wood, making a loud enough thunk to make it seem like the tail would of broken right through if given the choice.  Giving up though she'd just release Cyrus with a sigh, sitting up and giving up quickly on the idea of peaceful days while watching Cyrus leave the wagon.  These days were nice, yet her nerves were for naught as there was no calming herself out from the fear that they were off to another unknown.<br/><br/>Strange as it may be though, the unknown was not tonight.  The events to unfold soon were actually a well known and yearly trait.  Hopping down off the wagon she'd watch as they set up camp and began cooking, and went about her business to eat with Cyrus and Atticus just as before.  Likely still getting those few strands of cat hair still in Atticus' food no matter how careful or distant he was...<br/><br/>___________________________<br/><br/>Herald the Goldentail of Green Pastures, a man who was a merchant that lost the path to his futures.  However even so the fox like being did not waver, and even held firm on the day that arrived his kindly savior.  Herald De Green, that's how he was known, a man who's fur glistened like gold as it shown.  Not there at the time yet there at another, a passage to be opened as before for a number of sisters and even brothers.  Before their camp a door simply appeared, shining brilliantly it may of been a thing some feared.  But there was no fear, no reason to worry of a fiend, for who else would arrive but Herald De Green!<br/><br/>As the door flung open a new world beyond the gate, a land of shining boxes and technology to rate.  But few would know just what Herald was it was true, for hidden under his cloak it was a thing only he and Wiflor knew.  Oh yes, so many faces around Wiflor he did see, but what was it about?  How many friends were made of the free?<br/><br/>"Wild Flower...どのようにして...あなたの魂?..."<br/><br/>What language he spoke so few could comprehend, though one could  easily hear the known words that were far from the end!  Wild Flower, Wiflor, A name perhaps of the young tiger that others knew, which raised questions if this cloaked figure knew more.  At his back his tail was of plain sight, it's glistening golden length stretched along the ground despite his attempted plight.  To hide and veil his entire form, his tail refused to hide as it was the norm.  With a fling of his paw as he remained on hind legs, the door he once entered would close to lock out the dregs.<br/><br/>"私が見て...私は理解して...私はあなたを見てみましょう..."<br/><br/>He stepped forward to the trio that were perhaps alarmed, but there was no trouble.  Surely Herald meant no harm?