Anger seethed through the child's veins. Awkwardly large paws moved away from Taviora towards the eastern sea. He had been away for almost a year with his parents while they tried to figure out their relationship. Zeteri had finally decided that she wanted to be free and without much thought she kissed Luk goodbye and left. And Amutaq just let her leave! All the way home, the pale pup had continued to ask his father why he didn't fight for Mom. Why hadn't he tried to stop her? When they returned to Moladion, Luk had turned his back on his sire and his old pack. He had returned only to bid farewell to his siblings then he left and never looked back

It took Luk a day and a half to reach Glorall. The sun was high in the sky when the scent of salt filled the air. When the sun was setting, the sound of waves told him he had finally arrived. As a wolf of the forest, one may ask why the pale boy had chosen the ocean as his new home. Truth be told, he hated the sharp smell of the sea and the way the salt seemed to cling to his fur. The humidity made his hair frizz and, thanks to the thick furn that he had inherited from Zeteri, the sun seemed to be extra harsh. No, Luk would take the forest to the sea any day. But a wolf he had come to admire had taken command of Glorall.

Eden

Ever since that fateful day when the young pup had literally ran into the new alpha, he had taken a liking to him. He was quiet and dangerous. He knew how to kill and showed no remorse for bloodshed. That was how Luk wanted to be. The child had heard tales of his grandfather, Devil May Cry, and how he had been an amazing assassin. He wanted to be like that and he felt that Eden was the wolf to teach him. That was the reason he now sat outside the pack boarders of Glorall. He took a moment to calm himself, pacing back and forward, then he lifted his muzzle and howled. It sounded like a yelp more than a graceful howl has he was still trying to master his call. Once he had finished, he sat on his haunches and waited patiently for somone to arrive.