I'M NOT LOCKED IN HERE WITH YOU,

He too had been lazing about, enjoying the sensations of spring once again, only this time he came to enjoy the heat on his blackened pelt. It was a stark contrast to winter, though he found he was less hot in that season. Warmer months must be banned, he is entirely too dark pelted for such things. He lay on his side, grooming himself and preening the shaggier winter fur from his silver and gold striped, ebony pelt, finally putting an end to the itching of shedding hair. Asterion found himself jumping to his paws at the sudden sharpness of his mother's voice giving a sharp command. With a voice like that, Mother should be a queen. Stretching out his tight muscles, knowing better than to defy his mother, he moves toward Stella. Curiosity shimmers in those dark indigo eyes, though he does not voice the question that burns as much as the sun, he simply waits for the others to come along so he can find out what interrupted his grooming session.

Moving with all the confidence of a drifting continent, Asterion makes his way with his mother to see this supposed uncle. Didn't he have a pack full of relatives? Why did he need more than what he already had? What was so important about this wolf that they simply had to meet him, and why did they have to travel so damned far? By the time they made it to the fields, the boy was panting and cranky, showing it off with his lips drawn back as he let his tongue loll so that his teeth showed beneath the velvet curtain. Moving around just had to be work, didn't it? A scowl on his face, he moved to the waters of the river, though he chose to simply wade in chest deep and sat down, instantly cooling himself. "What makes this relative different from those in Diveen?" He asks in a gruff tone, his face contorted in a look that is entirely Stella, showing his displeasure as she finally stops their motions. This was much better, not moving, it suited the dark hellion even more.