Istas had been looking around a lot lately. He had gone to Glorall with Lux to talk of the treaty between Iromar and Glorall though learning politics wasn’t exactly the reason he had gone with them. That white furred boy he had met some time ago in the open lands said he was lost and was from Glorall. Istas having just snuck to Glorall on that occasion had pointed the way back for the boy after their short meeting and he thought he had went hom with a friend. His trip to Glorall was one long awaited, since his brush with death and being saved by his Guardian Angel he had been a bit more nervous about venturing far from his home. However, he was larger now and this time there was no ice to break under toe and cause him to nearly drown. Istas though found himself keeping giving the river a rather large birth this time around. He was getting nervous about water in Iromar and its scaly monsters and now the rivers that swept him under so he couldn’t breathe and nearly freeze him. It wasn’t so blatant, his fear of water, not as clear as his dislike for females was.

He traveled northward towards Spirane today, certain he had to trust the word of the Alpha of Glorall. He had looked everywhere else! He wasn’t in Glorall the alpha had said he did not know of a boy called Noel, but once the Alphess was defeated her and her child had left to Spirane. Was he a prince? He didn’t seem very princely… But it was clear why then Istas felt so… drawn to him. Istas was a prince too of sorts after all. His mother was the first alpha of Iromar before the demons had taken over. So he would have been a prince and that counted for something. It showed in his stature and blood he thought. His ever growing figure becoming much more regal with each year that passed. Currently he looked awkward on his overly long legs and super long and wispy fur, but he knew he would look truly like a king once he was four years of age. It wasn’t about him today then, it was about Noel, the nice boy.

Tesseract had said they had sought sanctuary in Spirane and Istas was inclined to believe the male. He was nice right? He was honest too and had no reason to lie when they had met. He hadn’t told anyone that he had left; it seemed they were all too busy trying to figure out where Wraith had gotten to anyway. So he took the chance to move towards the mountain peaks that he could see far in the distance. Spirane.

He hoped the boy was there, he wanted to meet him again and he was hell bent on it happening. If he had to march into Spirane and ask for him he would. He wasn’t a shy boy when it came to that. He had gone to Glorall twice and he hadn’t got in trouble and other pups also had showed up in the pack as well. They were fine. The pure white boy continued the mountains drawing nearer and nearer with each few minutes he jogged. He could keep this up forever and he was going to make it there by noon if he could help it.

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why