How long had it been since his mother and father had gone in search of something other than Spirane? Still, he could remember their faces and their words so well, and part of him found it easy to believe they had not been gone so long. There was no way to hide it though - he was lonely, bored and had grown weary of merely remaining in the background of life. He had watched Dany grow up and become more and more Queenly and his own brother Wren bring girls back to explore with. When it came to him, he had somehow become a loner despite his insatiable hunger for company. Truly, he was Calista's son through and through - a waif of a thing with too much energy, constantly running the borders of Spirane and exploring the mountain paths. His father, Swallowbane, had always liked to think on the mountains, so much so that Ramiel had found himself doing so in an effort to relate to the father had hardly known.

He sat among the snow and stone, panting lightly after having sprinted as far and as fast as he could. He was nearing two years old, his body finally having decided to begin its adult shape - on the short side, though long legged and slender, a monument to speed and ability, really. Of course he'd noticed how he stood up against the rest of his family; Alcide was what he considered the epitome of masculine, with Dany sleek and beautiful and Sleekwing a warrior to his very bones. At times, he felt himself puff up in agitation, determined so desperately to prove himself as one of them. He needed to protect what remained of his family, after all, particularly if Dany was to be Queen soon enough. She'd said he'd one day be her top hunter, a thought that brought a bright smile to his face as he sat perched in the stones.

It was only then that another crossing the borders caught his attention - she's called for the others and yet, curiosity was curiosity and could not be denied. Even from afar, he notices the peculiar markings that made their way over her body; they were familiar for a reason, of course. His aunt, Orca. He'd never had a chance to meet her and yet, he heard plenty of stories of her and her choice to travel endlessly. It confused him, excited him and most of all, it completely intrigued him! He had his aunt Rejya, too, a sister to his mother and yet, he'd alway felt more of a Spiranian than an Angel. Just the idea of getting a chance to meet Orca made his tail wag and there she was, just down the hillside below him. As if by pure instinct alone, his paws knew the way and he began his descent, yipping excitedly to inform her of his arrival. He practically quivered with excitement, his lithe body darting down the hillside with his tail waving; surely she would have no clue who he was, no? Had Swallowbane ever found her? And if he had, had he even mentioned him? He felt hesitant but for a moment, dismissing the thought and slowing to a lope as he approached.

They were two oddities then; she black and white, marked so precisely and so fantastically and he, the palest of silvers, with black running his undersides and yet, stark russet fur marked his chest. He liked that. He liked feeling less out of place on the mountain; he found himself smiling despite his nervousness as he stopped some distance from her, head tilted. Oh, it was moments like this that he wished he looked more as his father had! He even had the same gentle, delicate features of his mother! What his appearance couldn't say, he would need to and thankfully, words seldom failed him.

"You're my aunt, aren't you?"

He beamed, tail once more waving like a banner in the wind behind him, his paws shifting excitedly beneath him. His head fell to its opposite axis, tilted with his ears pushed so far forward, they threatened to simply fall off he was sure.

"Father said you were black and white with eyes like mine! And I don't see many black and white wolves with eyes like mine, so you must be!

He beamed once more, nodding in a matter of fact manner and smiling, absolutely chuffed that his logic sounded so, well, logical!