In the short time he had been within Moladion, or Ukjent as he knew it, he had come to the conclusion that the wolves had some most unusual traditions. After his brief examination of the group in the Western Crater, he found himself still at a loss as to what exactly, well, their traditions were at all. There did not seem to be any and it confused him - then again, he had not a chance to examine the packs but he expected them to be much the same. There was no organisation among the outsiders, something that struck him as weakness. Without organisation or purpose, they would be easily conquered by outside forces. It was just a matter of time on their behalf and though he had come with peaceful intentions, he still knew it to be true. If he reported back about that one weakness, it would be only a matter of seasons before more Northerners descended down upon Ukjent and took it.

Besides from their tradition-less ways, he did find the wolves most interesting at least! They had such a strange array of colours and many beautiful women that roamed about; with spring in the air, it became even more apparent. They were actually fair to look at and he was not simply driven by the aromas of winter - no, no, they truly were exquisite. The entire journey from the Western Crater to the Eastern he spent admiring the sights and sounds of the Ukjent wolves, his face alight in a half smile as he loped and weaved through the landscape. Such long distance travel came easily for him and though it took him but half a day to arrive at grass ridge of the East; an even stranger sight, really. With the snow melted from the region, it was now all too obvious how alien the world was to him. He was uncertain as he loped down the ridge, his nose low to the ground and ears flattened back in intrigue - there were fewer scents here then the West, seemingly the East had been neglected from the large groups of young wolves like at the river. Perhaps there had been tradition hidden somewhere among them after all.

Slowing his lope, he came to a complete halt by the swollen river, keeping a distance from the raging torrent of water. He took some moments to himself to contemplate before lifting his muzzle to the sky and releasing a deep cry; company, see, would have been delightful. It had been but seasons since he had spent quality time with one of his own kind.