They were back in the cave. The rain had stopped, lonely drops were falling from the trees, gently hitting the ground. It was almost dawn, the air was crisp and the first rays of sun were shyly making their way into the cave.

The wolf awoke. But now he was holding the girl in his arms. He quickly backed away as she sat and stretched her arms above her head, yawning.

— We'll need a name for you, — the girl asserted.

The wolf was still too shocked to say anything. He kept turning himself around, trying various movements and studying the functioning of his muscles.

— Indra, Raiden, Neil, Enlil... — She started pacing around, head down, hand on her chin, until she stopped and looked straight at him. — My name is Sylvie, it is a pleasure to meet you... Morpheus. It is quite appropriate, don't you think? — She smiled at him.

Morpheus sit still and remained quiet. Sylvie headed toward the bottom of the cave. She came back moments later, holding two pieces of wood.

— This is a violin. Humans use it to make music. — She tried to give a demonstration but no sound was heard. — Now, you try.

Morpheus was confused, still he repeated her movements. This time the violin resonated. He dropped it, eyes wide, startled.

— Careful! — She snatched it and sat with her back pressed against his.

Minutes passed without anyone saying a word.

Then Sylvie whispered: — You're probably wondering why I can't do this on my own. — She sighed. — When I was little, I was so enthusiast of my father's gift. I kept playing and playing... and you can say I was skilful. But, one day, my music bothered someone. There was this woman who used to play the violin too, she wasn't as good as me though. She wasn't someone you would pick a fight with. She thought the only way she could be the best was to take my music away from me. So she cast a curse. And then she confined me in this cave, forever. She only let me keep the violin because she knew it was useless to me and, of course, it would serve as a reminder. And it did, just the sight of it fills me with misery and I... — her voice cracked.

Sylvie stopped. Morpheus could tell from her shallow breaths that she had started to weep. Hers was a silent sorrow, the one that slowly fills you with the realization of having lost everything that used to bring you joy, the one that taints your purest memories with the awareness that those times will never come back to you. The one that leaved your soul utterly withered.

He leaned his head onto her back, staring at the ceiling of the cave. Morning had arrived and he could hear the birds announcing the start of a new day. The sunshine now lighted up the cave.

Ruthless, he thought, why don't you stay away a little while longer?