The boy was feeling a bit rebellious today. That wasn’t anything out of the norm, but today he was feeling extra rebellious. He left the safe bounds of the pack lands, one of his mothers was busy with border patrols seeing as the alpha was in a challenge and Los, well he was going to take advantage of only having one set of eyes watching three pups and explore. He was a year old after all he was big enough to give someone the slip and certainly clever enough. His mothers Malina and Rogue made sure to keep him and his two sisters capable of taking care of themselves after all even if they were small, and he wasn’t spoiled like Alcmene and Mana were. Perhaps at least Mother (Rogue), had a fondness for her daughers, and Mom (Malina) wasn’t particularly as picky. He was told he had half brothers through his Mother and perhaps they were the ones that ruined it for him. They were probably losers though, unlike himself.

Los moved quickly away from Glorall and to the riverside, his slate-grey and black form not looking back as he starting putting as much distance as he possible could between himself and the Riverside Pack. Thankfully he was training with both of his mothers and they taught him to run properly and quickly, even with his gigantic paws, however there was still much to learn and apparently he was going to finally meet the male that was his and his siblings father and his Mom’s imprint. He was honestly very interested in meeting his father, he loved his mothers and wished to protect them and his sisters beyond all else, but he still wished to know that side of him and his father’s family. Los and his sisters had been told that he was the head warrior of the Mountain pack Spirane and son to royalty of some sort and that on its own was interesting.

The teal and red eyes were focused for now though on someone moving about the riverside along with him though. They spotted the very tall skinny girl who honestly reminded him somewhat of his own black and red pelted mother. ”Hey!” The boy barked loudly marching himself towards the taller female clearly without any fear or nerves. Why should he be? If this girl touched a single fur on his head his mothers’ wrath would be brought down upon her in a fiery hell storm.

”You are you? You smell funny.” The boy asked and told tilting his head and looking the female up and down. He has smelled wolves of Diveen, Taviora, Spirane and even Iromar but this smell was completely foriengn to him. Was there another pack he didn’t know of? Should he know it? They probably weren’t very important if his mothers haven’t mentioned it to him yet.