Of course it had been her! It had been her all along. She knew she stood no chance in physical combat, but he had to remember. Espe hadn't always been a wolf. She knew magic, she knew how to fight. She'd been quite the vicious spell caster in her day. An angel of sorts, until she met Syrus, and traded her immortality for the life of a wolf. She curled into him as he curled around him. Wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.<br/><br/>"Forgive me..Syrus... for being weak.. and for dying that day.."<br/><br/>She whispered quietly. Holding his furred body close. She could feel it, thrumming through her veins. Its inconsistant hum. The first clue to finding her body was here. She could taste it on the tip of her tongue like lifes bitter sweet essence. But for now she wanted to spend time with Syrus. To be able to rest assured he still loved her. She sighed contently and closed her eyes.