The family of loners are loners no more. His parents have found their place as the Alphas of Asteraia, and Lucero himself has found himself as the soon-to-be Prince. He would complete his tasks, this he knew, just as he knew it would take him several years. But he was more than alright with that. His Father deserved his reigning time, and the young wolf had much time to train and to learn all that he could. He would master each trade to the best of his ability, and he would do all he ever could for his pack, his family. For that's what it was, truly, a large family one could call home. Lucero had known a home with his small family, but to live within a pack was something else entirely. There were simply so many others that it was truly astounding, and even at times vaguely overwhelming. But he would master them, just as he would master all else.

The shadows grow longer with the setting sun, and the young wolf of Asteraia is content in his findings. He has won himself three slightly plump hares- they have just begun their stores for the Winter, and the creatures can use all the extra fat they can get. Soon, within the prevailing weeks, they will grow fatter and fatter and tasiter and tastier. Lucero has it in mind to soon visit Taviora, to seek out their politic master and to gift his lovely Zelly with one of the many hares. Perhaps he will even find a white one, a delicate gift for his delicate (hardly) friend. But on this evening, he was destined to cross another- though hardly in a negative sense. She is older than him, her dark colours subtly blending in with the shadows around her, but his single working bright teal eye caught her frame all the same. While the boy was blind in his right eye, one would never know. Both teal irises are bright and attentive, accented with their chocolate stringy bits and his natural curiosity as he watches her. She seemed distressed, and a gentleman knew when it was his moment to step forth.

He keeps his movements gentle and slow, his muzzle lowered toward the ground. Though he is not yet fully grown, he stands at just about her height, and in his maturity would undoubtedly surpass her by a good few inches. But for now, and perhaps for always, Lucero saw the girl as equal, though he still wished to help her how he could. "My Lady, what ails you this evening?" If a wolf could blush, Lucero's cheeks would be more than ablaze. For instead of articulate words, a gurgled mess is given instead, for the boy still has his hares within his jaw. Sheepishly, his dark chocolate, creme and russet head is leaning down to drop his fare at his pale paws, and an equally sheepish grin is given to the other wolf. "Forgive me, where are my manners. I am Lucero, and I had simply asked; my Lady, what might it be that ails you?" It was not uncommon for the wolf to make others a bit uncomfortable with his polite mannerisms, but such was the way of the world. One either appreciated, or they did not, and that was what kept things churning, as they always would.