So perhaps he was out again after his mother told him not to be and perhaps this time it was all alone.

Yeah he knew he was going to get in trouble, but his dad never scolded him and his mother did little more than rant and rage for a little bit before scooping him up and giving him a thorough bath, so perhaps they were not all that mad for his wanderings. He couldn’t help it there was just so much to explore and after meeting all those puppies out here he knew he had to go out and see if there were even more in the lands of Moladion. He danced around through the forest happy that at the very least this time he would likely hear the call of his mother should she try and summon him. The boy was perhaps a little too adventurous for his own good his black, silver and white form slipping between the bramble and brush knotting lightly in his fur all the while but not caring in the slightest.

He continued to explore about for a time he had a strange feeling fall over him though, one that caused the silver fur along his spine to raise and his body to shudder. He shook his fur out causing little sticks and leaves fly out of his fur. Sven had no idea that someone had been watching him explore the forest that was outside of Taviora. He continued to dig in the dirt until a flash of white was caught out of the corner of one of his bright orange eyes.

Sven turned slowly looking up only to see a smaller adult wolfess that was all white and staring at him. She was hurt, but his young brain didn’t quite take in the location or potential severity of the slightly healed wound. Instead the boy beamed up at the white wolfess as she stared with those bright icy blue eyes until she didn’t say anything.

”W’at you looking at?” The boy asked looking around behind him for a second before turning his gaze back to the white wolfess. ”It’s just me and you ‘ere, no one else. W’o are you? I am Sven! You look like you got in fig’t w’y you be fig’ting? I w’ant to be a warrior ya’ know! You w’an teac’ me ‘ow to fig’t?” He rambled on just like children did. His father didn’t talk much sure but his mother talked all the time. Though Sven was almost his father’s double in terms of build and figure he took more after his mom in personality. All the more evident in his very social friendly nature.