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There is no threatening posture about this prince boy; he does not boast, does not try to pull rank, merely allows Arthfael entrance and together they begin to tread a path through the mountain kingdom. It is his ease of manner alone that eases the coiled muscles of Arthfael and he finds that his attention is not split between the rising peaks and the golden boy at his side but that is okay. It had been a long time since he had another boy to play with or adventure with for Alistair preferred to stick to his own solitude and Alexander had gone with father when he left. In a way Arthfael feels a slight bitterness at this for was he not also the son of Fenrir? Could he not have been taken on such a grand adventure as them? Yet he adored his mother and his siblings and he had chosen to put it from his mind. Life with them had become common place in the grand scheme of things.

"Oh," he replies simply to the revelation that this boy knew the scent of Taviora. Then again, Ankh had carried that same scent and mother had visited the mountains a few times in the last weeks. Finally his full attention is upon the crowned boy, tilting his head to the side slightly with perked ears as Viserion speaks and he grins at him, as if by him knowing Ankh they had a true connection. "Yes, that is her. I'm surprised she didn't try to make up her own story though." He intrudes with a knowing smirk, yet it is said with a playful loving tone for he knows how Ankh thrives beneath attention. Maybe too many pups finally overwhelmed her?

"I don't know," he says slowly, glancing about as if to make sure no one else was eavesdropping on them. He wasn't sure how Viserion would take his words anyways, maybe he would make fun of him. "There could be. Maybe just not like, right here, you know? Mom says that the whole business of imprinting is only here in Molodian. She said that the places she traveled were all different." Now he stands straighter and looks firm in the eyes of the boy as if daring him to contradict what his mother said.

Then Viserion said the magic words. The light of adventure entered the bright white-like eyes of Arthfael as he picked up his pace to match the other boy's even strides with a determined grin on his face. Wait until Ankh heard about this. Maybe he would bring her back and show her sometime just to make her happy; he knew she had a growing fondness for the mountain and he could see why, as his gaze flitted around the hills, valleys, and the mountainside. It was different and well, pretty he guessed.

The creek trickled past them as they walked alongside it into the shadowed interior of the cavern and he looked around with interest, moving so that his front paws stood in the shallow water and staring at a few small fish there. "I heard that cave fish were different but these look the same. Maybe deeper within, do you think?' He asks for Viserion's opinion even while he splashes out and follows it further into the cave, pausing to stop and sniff at moss that has grown and mushrooms.

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