In astral form, the Shadowess wandered through the Unknown, searching, knowing someone was suffering, and instinctively, wanting to help end that suffering. In this form she did not bear the military uniform her body did back at the base, nor was she a bi-pedal Canadae. She was as nature originally intended her to be: A wolf. The stress that had scarred her features had melted away, as did her older age. She was a beautiful wolf maiden, wandering through a dark abyss.

Her white blue eyes landed upon him... the suffering one. His mind was unaware, and he lay broken and bloody. Her face saddened, but it made it all the more beautiful.

"What has the world done to you..."

Aretemis... what is going on?

She spoke to her dead mother, a spector among the darkness, her white form shimmering.

Shadowess... your true destiny is unfolding. You are not Misfortune... but Hope, because that is what you give to others...

((Based on a plot idea at the Drifing Wolf Forums.))