She was so happy she felt as if she would burst. Aaka was dead. Dead dead dead. She wasn't coming back to torment her ever again. Hidden felt as if she could dance. To sing. She wanted to laugh, for finally she felt free. Now all that was left was that damned Skeil.... Soon. Soon, she would avenge her brothers death. She would be free. Yukon.... Sadness overwelmed her, but she felt the happiness growing. She had to find Liseli. Hidden was full grown. But she was still a puppy. She had never really become.... An adult. She had always remained a scared little puppy, and now she had reached an adolescent. She was so happy. So carefree.

Fortunately, the one HIdden sought was quite nearby, and as the young fae's scent reached her, she turned to trot in that direction, letting out a bark to let the other know she was coming.