*I felt her trying to reach me but I was too disheartened at the loss of my pack brother to understand what was going on around me.  But I knew where the source was coming from so I looked that way.* Daemon added raising his head to look at Ashley.

“A week later the wolf seemed too had disappeared because there had not been any sightings for that entire week so I decided to move on.”

*I had moved to the woods near the town because I did not feel the connection any more so I thought that the person had moved on and I was going to try and find my way back to the home valley deep in the heart of the mountains.  But it would have been hard to find my way back home for my pack brother knew the way and I was still young not being able to find my way around in the mountains yet.*

Ashley leans forward to pat Daemons head in comfort for she knew how he felt at the time.  “This is during the time that I was running away from my own past before I ended up in Cali.  Moving on from that town I went in search of the dire wolf in hopes of talking to him.  But I searched for close to two weeks without turning up anything.”

*That’s because during that time I was following you because you were exuding the same sadness I felt.*

“Well, this mutual feeling of sadness eventually brought us together.  I was sleeping in my tent one night when I heard sniffing and scratching coming from outside my tent.  I could see the shadow of a giant animal and felt the same connection that I felt with the wolf the first time I saw him.  Gathering up my courage I unzipped the tent flap to reveal a large paw the size of a dish plate attached to a towering wolf.  Daemon tried to come into the tent to sniff me but it was a one person tent and there was just not enough room for him and me to both be in there at the same time.  I went outside and sat down lighting a fire with a thought.  Daemon looked a little bit more foreboding with the shadows playing in the counterpanes of his coat.  But I was never scared he just sniffed me then butted me with his head.  Even though he was still growing he loomed over me and with that simple head push he toppled me over only to jump on me so we could tussle.  In the clearing around the fire we wrestled until I was laughing so hard I could not sit up.  From that moment on we were inseparable.  While we were grappling I got a cut on my hand, Daemon licked it to help it heal.  He had some minor cuts from his tromping around in the woods behind me and I reached out and touched one that had stared to bleed again to create the connection between us that is when he gave me his name.  The next morning my cut had healed and there was no sign of a scar or that there had been any cut in the first place.”