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Over and over he had heard the story from Ankh about how she had gotten to go stay with their aunt in Spirane. About how amazing it was and there were so many pups there and that Semele was there too. Ankh was never one to keep things quiet when she felt she had won on some level but Arthfael didn't mind. He loved his sister dearly. He enjoyed their time together and racing her but also the moments when he won and got to grin at her until she pouted and walked away. Mother always said that you couldn't always win so Arthfael felt that such lessons were fitting for his lovely sister. Yet the more she spoke of the mountains the more curious he had become and his mother had even told them that she had once lived there, under the alpha named Daenerys and that she had loved it. If Ankh, Ailith, and Natu loved it then there had to be something special about it, right?

He was old enough that he could travel, if he wanted, and he figured it wasn't like he would get lost. Just look for the mountains and head that direction. It took him a lot longer than he expected though because each time he looked up he frowned for the mountains were no closer. Down into the valleys he trotted with his tongue lolling out of his mouth at the midday heat and he skirted a few stray wolves that meandered, remembering cautioning words his mother had spoken, his pure white tail brushing the backs of his legs.

By the time he arrives in Spirane Arthfael is exhausted by the long walk. Many times he had to go a wide distance around his intended path to avoid crossing paths with others but finally he had arrived. Now the mountains stood high above him, mighty and regal and much taller than even the grandest of oak trees that stood in the heart of Taviora. He looks up with his odd eyes, for it seems almost as if his eyes are stars with a pale blue that darkens into a sort of blue that overlays a green.

His black paws are dirty from his walk having stepped in a spot that hadn't quite dried but none of it has splashed onto the gray that grows over his legs and stands out against the longer white fur that seems almost a cape on him, from the back base of his neck down to his tail. Black ears prick forward and fall back before he takes a hesitant step across the border, hoping that he might spy Ailith about as a reason to come in and explore.

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