He had only voiced his opinion about the bond Sleek had spoken of, but he watched as the other male processed the information and smirks a bit as he admits to seeing his point of view. He even went so far as to say it was spot on, which had Val grinning a little. It was only an opinion, but he felt somehowmore validated by Sleek's response. When he requests to see the other boy's home, he can tell the news gives him excitement and joy, it is evident in the swish of his tail on the ground, which sets his own to waving behind him. Once his new friend stands, Valerian is not shortly behind him in the motion, and ready to follow. They head north, which was the way he would have guessed the mountains were, and as they followed the river's current, Valerian watched silvery fish move about in the waters.

Dark towers tilt toward his company as Sleekwing speaks, those red eyes shining as his words spark interest in him. A family who has ruled, much like a dynasty would, passing the title of leader down through the generations. "So, in short, leadership is in your blood?" The smile on his face shows that he is not being sarcastic, only being a bit curious. It is unusual to have one family rule for so long, and the clever sooty male soon believes that they must be strong leaders and fit to have kept the title for so long. "Truly, your family must come from great lines." He voices his thought on the matter, and can note the pride in Sleek's voice. Once they reached the borders of the mountain, Valerian feels himself pause as Sleekwing takes his steps across them, naturally he is wary about moving over someone else's marked line. It takes him only a second to follow right behind the male who led him here, and picked out the trail they would follow.

Such a wonderful place already, the lands were beautiful and his head could not stop turning as he laid his bloody gaze on everything he could, marveling at the land itself. He had not paid much attention to the view, but as they ascend, Val feels his gaze is more and more drawn to how much he could see of Moladion. It reminds him a bit of his own homelands, where he had grown up, but this is not the reason he is taken with the mountains. Once they reach their current destination - wisely having avoided the heart of the pack lands - Valerian allows himself to look out over the place he has come to call home. The view is stunning, and Valerian feels himself waving his charcoal tail behind him in perfect time with Sleek's own wagging banner. A slight panting was all that Valerian bore of his journey up the mountain side, and he was beginning to feel the effects of the altitude. Though he did not outwardly admit to feeling a little light headed and dizzy, his sooty rear plants itself on the rocky face of the overhang. A smirk places itself on his face as Sleek glances his way, "It is quite picturesque. I can see why you enjoy it here." Yes, life could be quite beautiful here, and Valerian did hope he was suited for life on the mountain.

Thinking