He had time, time to wander about the old common ground before he ventured to the boards of Glorall to confront a past and hopefully a brother he had long since abandoned. Some might call this stalling or avoidance but he preferred the idea that he was somehow reconnecting with the land. Despite leaving Moladion at a young age he still retained a knowledge of its various peaks and valleys; this land was engrained into his very being. He padded softly through the fields until he happened upon the Grotto, perhaps the most mysterious place yet left to him for exploration. No matter who seemed to go there or how often the caves managed to always change, shifting and adjusting so as to always yield some kind of surprise.

It is his naturally inquisitive nature and his penchant for wandering that causes his bright form to veer off track and toward the network of caves. His movements are slow and thought out, anything could be hiding within these caves especially as night consumed the area and left him shrouded amongst the rocks, like a single beacon of light amongst so much darkness. Within his gray mask his ocean-deep eyes flash, a movement near the top of the caves he spies a dark form bathed in the bright moonlight as well. His tail raises as his ears prick forward in curiosity. It was odd for anyone to be alone within the darkness of the caves at this hour.

The crisp fall air whipped up around him suddenly, ruffling his mostly snow white coat as he paused to consider the situation before entering one of the caves that smelled strongly of a more recent visitor. His small paws stepped agilely through the possibly treacherous interior of the Grotto, small pebbles and rocks shifting beneath him almost constantly but he pressed on. It wasn’t until he reached a wide area that was lit by the pale reflection of the moon that he came to a stop. His slender head lifted, eyeing the cut out in the rock and the gorgeous expanse of sky above him. It was there that a slight movement caught his eye once more, diverting his attention from the scenery to the dark form of a wolf on the ledge, the flash of white on his chest the only true signal to his presence. For a moment he contemplated how to broach a greeting when he seemded caught up in such reverie, but he couldn't help himself. “A good night for stargazing,” he said finally, his deep words reverberating around the interior of the cave and hopefully catching the attention of this silent watcher.