His short life has been nothing less than dramatic, the inevitable destruction of his own mortal form deterred by the bold actions of his birth mother and the gracious act of this selfless female that now carries him gingerly from the thicket he had been dumped betwixt.

He understood very little and would never know of the divine purpose he had possessed when in the clutches of his cultist family - but perhaps it was better that he did not know such things and gained a normal life here in the southern region of the world. What he did not know would not hurt him, after all.

And yet he would inescapably grow to want more from the life he had been given, an instinctual drive would overcome him entirely and urge him to pursue a higher purpose, but what that purpose was would forever be a mystery to the poor child. He was destined to be the reaper for the sins that his people had comitted, to end their self-righteous ways and their pillage on the innocent once and for all. And yet, perhaps his journey in Moladion was fated to become something even greater, maybe he had been sent here to protect those that he would grow to know as his true family and the pack that would become his home. It is all left to be unsaid so early on in his life but it has all been set into motion by one such individual by the calling of Niviaq upon this morn.

He is only but barely a day old and yet some part of him knows that what this wolf is doing is good for him and though he protests at her clenched jaws initially, he quiets when their journey progresses into alien territory, the temperature shifting slightly as she traverses into Spirane and toward her den.

His fate lays in the palm of his peers once again as she nestles him between two other similarly sized bodies and moves away, the warmth of her body and the fading of her scent telling him that she has removed herself from the den he has been placed into. He wants to retaliate against her abandonment but the company of two others and the warmth that radiates from the small space hushes him into a soft slumber. Make no mistake, he would not be silent for long.