He was racing through the trees once again, moving quickly and silently, occasionally lashing out upon the bark of one. Bouncing off their trunks and rock faces, he feels that he has mastered his growing body. He has been training since before the sun rose and hadn't taken his assigned breaks. His siblings and mother still have yet to find what he has been doing, and intends to keep it that way. Now that fall has come, it brings whole new challenges to him, working to stalk silently even with the dead fallen leaves underpaw. They boy has worked on training his senses farther more, and it was paying off. The boy paused on instinct upon hearing approaching paw-falls coming from the way where most dens were, lowering himself behind the bushes in his training area. From the sound their owner was small, and peering of the undergrowth he finds himself right seeing the pup known as Levi.

Curious the boy finds himself following the yearling, silently like a shadow. It wasn't long before the border of Glorall in sights, watching as Levi crossed it without hesitation. It crossed his mind to just turn back and leave Levi to whatever he was doing, but he felt responsible; and he knew if he revealed himself and tried to turn Levi back the most he'd get was probably a glare and some kind of snarky remark. So he continues to shadow the younger boy. Soon the murky smell of Iromar caused him to wrinkle his nose, but Levi direction was just a bit north to the plot of land between his old home and the swamps. The smell of the mountain ripped through him like the teeth of a predator, as a wave of home sickness washed over him.

Sciathàn watched as Levi observed the dark flowing water before the pup moved to sun bathe on a rock a little ways from shore. Since it seemed safe he followed the pup in suit resting in the tall grass he had been peering from but keeping his ears open for any trouble.