Dilan was out in the woods practicing with his weapons, trying to hone his skills with the daggers on his wrists as always. Practice is the key to perfection, well as close to perfection as possible... Skills fade, of course. During his practice though, he felt his foot land on something odd, something that gave way when he shifted down on it... It was warm, squishy, and overall confusing...

He lifted his paw up to see what it was. Anirus had been wandering around, being the way he was the little creature was curious about Dilan and wanted to get closer. Apparently, Ani got too close and wound up under-paw... However, Dilan continued his training with the little sprite stuck to his paw. Anirus' body collected dirt with each step, the little immortal creature feeling every painful pound of Dilan's paw as he trained, before the creature was thrown off with a kick.

(This version of Anirus became Adriel, in Cerolian Sagas)