A sand tan pup with inky black tendrils climbing up her legs and to the tip of her muzzle, a sharp snout topped with a liver nose, a cotton tail blanketed with midnight silk. She was beautiful.

He was a warrior.

Teeth bared and ready to rip apart enemies.

He was magnificent.

A charming smirk lingering under the ocean expanse of his eyes. A runway of charcoal black leading to a glistening tan nose.

Perked mismatch ears topping a mismatched body. All the colors blending together playing their own part in the symphony that was him.

Ariel.

Strong, reassured strides capturing the eyes of Jade.

Forever lost but always found in the heart of the pack.

Forever silent but howl still echoing through our halls.

Forever cold but gaze still bringing warmth to those that see it.

Lovers undeniably separated but Jade still whispering:

Archie.<

The wind flutters between his fur and caresses the tips of his ears. Lazily it whispers, Arwin.

It finds and mimics your worst fears,

It lays in wake in dark of night,

It hunts and lurks but never bites,

It grips your soul with pulsing strength,

You are left dead in darkness' wake."

~Lux

Arin was someone I knew in another life. A wind chime howl eating away at my grief.

Arin was someone I lost in this life.

And he will be missed.