The wind tossed his sterling coat about, curling the tips of his fur until he looked as if he wore wool rather than coarse hair. His grandmother's eyes peered through his skull, and he watched the waves crash onto the beach, the ocean beside him making sure to remind him of just how small he really was. It had never been his intention to simply wander around without a thought in his skull, just something that happened whenever he took this route back to his mother's den. He would wander aimlessly through the coastal territory of Glorall, wishing for every second that he had a father to come and teach him how to fight or hunt or whatever else it was that father's do. But it would seem that the male who fathered Grendal was just as bad as the mother that raised him, and the young monochrome pup could not know his father. Such a thing made the small boy sad, watching the alpha play with his own children, and so many others that had complete families tore at him. The sight filled him with a longing that ate at his subconscious, though he would never admit such a thing to his mother.

She did the best she could, though it had to be difficult when the wolf who got you pregnant just up and ran away. He never did hear the usual story of how his mother was so in love with his father that they made him, nor did he get why his mother never spoke of his sire. It is in his musings that a sound catches his attention, and jade green eyes flick up to see a bolt of silver come trotting up to him. Grendal tilts his head for a moment, and looks around to see if maybe there was someone else behind him that this other boy was talking to, but behind him was as empty as he had left it, and that only left him to speak to. Unless he was talking to the sand. "I'm Grendal." He answers simply, not knowing what else to say until the other kid starts the conversation. Growing up in a pack did not always make for a social creature, though he did have a few graces passed down from his mother. This was his first interaction with anyone other than his mother, however, so he was quite nervous to even be talking to the stranger. He seemed nice enough, though, so Grendal was willing to at least give him a chance. Thinking