<span style="color: #FF80FF">Castian was in a world of his own when he snapped back into reality. He had been idly wandering most of the day and had yet to come across another being (unless you count the animals). Being a normally social faerie, Castian was yearning for some sort of social interaction. He fluttered his wings, causing himself to float above the ground for a moment before letting his feet touch the ground and started walking in a completely different direction. <br/><br/>Castian ducked under a few low hanging branches, careful not to break any. He was paying no real attention to where he was going until he heard a soft cry for help. Confusion passed over the faerie's face as he looked around. He couldn't see anyone so he continued forward. He stepped around a large tree and was confronted with the sight of a girl being held down by what appeared to be a wolf. Castian lowered his gaze to the ground at his feet where a few small sticks were scattered; he bent and picked on up, snapping it in the process. Had he gotten the wolf's attention? He turned his golden gaze back to the scene, drawing his dagger from his belt in case he needed it.</span>