The bright side of the chaos of his personal life seems that he had finally taken the first official steps down his path. He was about half way through his rabbit, when he hears the distant unmistakable call of an elk. His ears pricked he looks up from his meal towards where the call had come from. 'Hmm, I wonder what's happening over there. Oh well I’m too comfortable to move.' He goes back to his meal, taking bites as mind wonders.

Suddenly he was roughly snapped out of his thoughts by an impact to his side, which knocked the wind out of him and sent him rolling to right twice. He got up almost muttering profanities he wasn't supposed to know. 'Yep, all that hard train definitely paying off now.' His inner sarcasm said. He turns to the one had collided with, to find a pup. 'My karma strikes again.' He wasn't the type to yell at those younger than him, so as the pup apologized, he shrugged. "It’s ok, I’m fine." Then he playfully joked with a chuckle, "You weren't hunting me or anything were you?" The pup carried a heavy scent of forest and wolves on him, without a doubt he was within a pack. "By the way I'm Sciathàn, of Glorall. Nice to meet you."