He does not know where he belongs. He was born in a place of dank darkness that reeked with the stench of death. His Mother was always on edge, always weary and never relaxed. His Father- well, his Father had all but disappeared. He knew of him, for his Mother spoke often of him- but he had never personally laid eyes upon him. Perhaps the wolf had left them to fend for their own, or perhaps he was held up somewhere- or perhaps he was even dead. Cae did not know, neither did Rhae or Gaia. No one knew. What the little boy did know, though, was that he could not stand another moment in Iromar. Apparently his Mother was a prisoner of sorts and had yet to leave- but he was his own wolf, was he not? He could make his own decisions and he would be damned if anyone got in his way. Such was the way of his pride, which might get him in trouble some day- but some lessons had to be learned the hard way.

Things had been so much more simple before he had been forced out into the real world. That warmth that had always held him close, the content, satisfied feeling of always being full, of always being safe. The real world was nothing like that, and it was quick to show him such. But he would not let it stop him, no. He was his Fathers son, after all. Mismatched gaze of chocolate brown and the brightest teal wander to everything that currently surround him. Gone is the constant dank marsh of Iromar, replaced with the pristine waters of some unknown place. Here, the water is cool and crisp, most refreshing compared to that which is all he has known. He likes it, this water that tastes fresh and real. He can even see his large paws beneath the surface as he moves, swirling sand and plants up as he goes. He's currently in the shallows, enjoying the cool water between his toes and wandering as he pleased.

He is young, albeit, but he is confident. He knows he doesn't know much about the world, but he also knows there is only one way to find out. Thus, he is out and about, all on his own, regardless of the danger that may very well impose. Glancing up from the direct path before him, all movement ceases at the sight of another. The adult male is stock still several yards ahead, his eyes closed and his body relaxed. The boy is downwind from the stranger, and knows they are unaware of his presence. To make himself known, and to hopefully not startle them, a small yap is thrown in the space between them- one of friendly greeting and curiosity. Cae has not met many other wolves- and those he has have been apparent 'demons.' This wolf does not look such as they, with his dark chocolate pelt and light markings upon his body.

Perhaps he would be different, this one, and the young boy would be able to learn something new. Tilting his multitoned skull of cremes, chocolates, greys and russet, he watched on with his dual gaze with burning curiosity. He does not speak for words seem to come slow and few to him. But he gets by with his sounds, his noises and simple body language. Hopefully this other will know of them as well, else he will have to struggle with the art of speech. He waits patiently for them to notice him, and gives no outward show of hostility or malice. He does not want them to go away, for he wishes to make a friend. Perhaps a friend can guide him to where he belongs, if that is anywhere at all.