Sylpheel found herself in a room dimly lighted. There was a big bed to one side, some shelves with books, juwels and items she had never seen before on the other side.
"So, this is where you keep disappearing to." commented Sylpheel sitting on the bed. Somehow she was starting to fell sleepy. As she leaned back, Xellos covered her with a blanket.
"We'll talk later Sylph-chan." said the trickster as he disappeared, but Sylpheel was already asleep.
Sylpheel woke up to the sound of someone moving near her. For a moment she was disoriented, the smell of Xellos all around her, then she opened her eyes and remembers she had been resting in his bed. The person who had woken her was her new master, he was trying to open a cupboard with his feet while he held both his hands in front of himself. Sylpheel saw that they were covered with red liquid. Blood? Sylpheel stood up and walked towards him. Not blood, nail varnish..... She opened the cupboard for him and took out a nail varnish remover. (Does that word even exist? Aceton? That thing you use to get the nail varnish of your fingers!)
"Thank you Sylph-chan." Xellos said as she started to remove the substance of his fingers.
"One thing for sure, Xellas-sama is never going to ask you to paint her nails again..." commented Sylpheel.
"But her nails turned out very nicely. Well, as nicely as red claws look on a wolf. This mess was done by Xellas-sama trying to paint MY nails while in her beastform."
"Beastform?" asked Sylpheel.
"My mistress... Well,I should better say our mistress since you're mine now, can transform herself into a great wolf, that's why she's sometimes refereed to as the Great Beast."
There was silence.
"We should get back to the other, 2 hours have past since we left." said Xellos breaking the silence.
"Only two? To me it seemed like half a day."
"That's because time passes more slowly here in Wolf-Pack Island, 1 normal hour is 5 hours here."
"Oh..." was all she could say to that.
To go back... Sylpheel knew what expected them upon arrival.
"Gourry." she murmured, a mishivious look passing her eyes.