On this particular day, the eldest son of Iblis and Rhae comes down from his mountain home to visit the river that lay not too far away. To the south are the crags, a place he has no interest in, but the river is always cool and refreshing. But Cae does not expect to find what he does- the slow but fast growing gathering of wolves around what seems to be a dead elk in the river. The pale boy of cremes and cinnamons and chocolates does not know why they are all seemingly fascinated by the creature, but perhaps there was something that happened before that he had missed. Curiosity, though it is unusual for him, draws him closer to them, large paws silent upon the cold soil as his paws are now rather nimble from facing rock cliffs the past year or two. Or however long it's been since the mountain became his home, he doesn't rightly recall.

With a wondering glance of his mismatched irises, he calls to one of the wolves present, a large male of chocolate with golden yellow eyes. "What is this?" It is a simple question, and should the other wolf not oblige to answer Cae would not take offense. Curiosity was a passing, fleeting thing, after all, and just like this, it would pass and go. Just like the elk in the river who would eventually be washed down stream, bones and all. Only, that wouldn't be the only thing washing down stream. None of the wolves knew that, of course, but, maybe if they had, none of them would be there. None of them would have ever step foot near that place, had they only known their fates.