Black Stone slowly opened his eyes as Azura stroked him. He sighed and then slowly stood, stretching as only a cat can while yawning.<br/><br/>"Good morning Azura. I hope you slept well." He sat and studied her in the dim fire light as the rays of the early dawn streamed into the small entrance of the cave. He was grateful to finally be near his spirit woman once more. It had taken many seasons to find her again. Many hard nights and days. Many fights with predators and other two-leggers. But all the while the wind and earth had spoke to him, urged him on. They told him of her hardships and of how she needed him.  He hadnt really believed it until he laid eyes on her last night. He realized she needed him more than he knew. He suspected that The Mother had lead him to her, though he could not fathom a reason why. As a beast he was only of help as a mere hunter or companion. She needed others to be wither, to help her work on the things two-leggers worked on. he shook his head. His many years as a cat were affecting his thoughts he supposed. After all he used to t one time serve a village and The Mother as a Shaman. The same as his Spirit Woman had done. He could not recollect how he had become stuck in his cat form. But he knew it had been long, long ago. He was a very old cat. And truth be told, he knew not how old he was.<br/><br/>He stood and padded towards the cave entrance peeking over his shoulder.<br/>"I will find us some fresh meat Spirit Woman." With that he exited the cave and stealthily walked back up the path to the top of the cliff-side.