Once the news reached had his ears, nothing could stop him from going he decided. The energetic boy's form sent racing from the moorlands, charging forth towards the fun that was sure to come. He had heard that there was going to be a party in Spirane, a combined birthday for all the two year olds. And he'd be damned to miss it. However one little issue caused him to skid to an abrupt halt; he has no idea where Spirane is. "Well that was a major oversight on my part, what now?" He mumbled to himself. Calming himself down he began contemplating on how to find out where this pack is, he knew where Diveen was obviously, as well as Iromar; he also knew that Glorall was on Diveen’s southernmost border, which meant Spirane was somewhere north. Now all he'd have to do is travel northward, until he ran into a pack's border, then see if there has been a large number of wolves with scents from different places going in; surely that was a good way to figure it out. So once again he started out, slower this time, his smooth gate making it easy to cross such distances. He finally came upon his first border, and easily traced along it. It seemed he had hit luck his first time as he found the clues he was looking for; scents from Moladion crossing over the border into the mountain's terrain. It took him only a few moments decide which scent to follow, deciding on one of the more obvious scents that weren’t from the mountain. Eventually finding a group of mostly younger wolves meeting in the foothills, he stepped forward with a genuine smile making its way across his face. "Hi, I’m Lucem and I hope we can all be friends." He introduced himself completely oblivious to whatever was happening before he arrived.