Natu said they would go out and to his surprise they had. They explored the lands in winter and he even met a little girl who was born here. She was… very strange, at least he thought so, but everyone he had met here seemed strange except the new queen he had gazed down upon while she had her meeting, battered bruised, he didn’t want to go to her, he didn’t want to live her longer than he wanted too. He was ready to leave but he was still so young. Sven still had much to learn, but he was learning that he wanted to help the smaller the weaker than him. He needed to learn to fight. He would become the protector of all so those could not come to harm anyone so long as they were around so pups like him and his brother could not be taken from their family held prisoner in a land, he assumed, far away from his old one.

Every day the memories of the past were further fogged, he had been here a full year now and his home, his den, even his parents faces were all fading. He couldn’t remember anything anymore. She was light colored and his father was black but how many wolves that fit that description were around here and how many were not? He was pretty sure he was from Moladion, this place, for his parents were imprints he thought, they were together at least but he never knew their names. Mommy and Daddy that was what he was taught as a child. Then he had his brothers… He only really clearly remembered Heimdallr and his body was bloody and on the ground, his white pelt stained red with blood. That was all though, all he could remember until he was here at the cold stony mountain of Spirane. Perhaps it just seemed warmer… He had no idea any more and part of him wondered if it was some crazy dream. Natu didn’t remember but he did… right? He remembered crying as he was hauled away from his dead brother his old family was his real one even though he had spend more time with Natu now….

He sighed, pushing the thoughts from his mind as he walked over the lands he had grown to call ‘home’. Begrudgingly yes, but I was the only home h really knew or remembered anymore as much as that upset him. Sven clung to his memories as best he could but no matter what the memories still slipped away. The black, white and grey boy followed the white female over the lands again pausing at the den, abandoned. Though a fire was in him to protect it had been so dampened by the longing he had for the past, he knew before he did anything he would have to let go, maybe even accept his new life here in Spirane. This empty den left by its family it felt like him, though he was never truly abandoned as it had been.

Scents brushed his nose, the smell of pack that bordered with them, he hadn’t given the pack any thought to be honest his eyes drifts to the group as Natu mentions them bright golden and green eyes traveling over the group of wolves below. He recognized none of them, not that he could recall but he hadn’t expected too. His eyes landed on the cream female for a moment longer than the rest, his grey backed form frowning slightly as they remained on her for a moment.

”No.” The yearling said mutely with a sigh. It wasn’t like his mother was just going to come waltzing in… that was too easy anyway. His gaze traveled away depressed, ”I want to go back to the den, Natu.” Sven murmured looking away from the group unable to keep his eyes on any of them. That pale colored fem was familiar but life hadn’t been that easy why would it cut him a break now? Plus there were a lot of wolves who bore that type of coat. He stole one more glance at her though eyes setting upon her though from such a distance it would be hard to tell. He couldn’t really see her eyes, but he knew them he remembered he shared her eyes. Orange eyes. He waited for Natu to lead the way though not sure what tat party was about and far from willing to socialize now. He just wanted to go home and think. Try to remember more.