Perhaps it was strange that he was being so calm about everything. His parents bond was so strong perhaps he should be worried about what his mate might feel yet he wasn’t. Nothing changed. That was how he felt about it. If she loved him and didn’t want to or refused to really like her imprint nothing would change between them. However, he didn’t think it was right to ignore him Amoxtli wanted to meet him and perhaps they could come to some kind of terms with what they were to one another. Who knew, perhaps he could be a valuable ally and friend in time. Right now though he was more concerned with just clearing his head a little more and taking one of his rare strolls outside of Taviora.

He passed over the borders easily and immediately the scent of wilderness and free lands assaulted his nose. He didn’t travel out of Taviora often. His duty was to guard and protect it and he couldn’t do that gallivanting too much out of the lands. A stroll though was necessary. He was only going to wander the woodland just outside his borders so he was still but a call away for any who wanted him.

It sort of defeated the purpose of leaving yet still his duty to protect his pack was above all else. He much rather be able to run back at a call than get too far. His tail gave a wave thinking about imprinting, wondering if he could or would find his own and what implications that would have on him. He hoped that he wasn’t underestimating the bond Shiloh had with this Tristan, but he knew not all imprints had to even like let alone love one another. He knew his mother didn’t until she had met her father. After all he had several half siblings older than him. Holo. Maddox. That was just two out of many that he knew were out there somewhere. Holo and Maddox he wasn’t even sure had the same father either. His mother had several mates before finally being with his father.

He wondered how Maddox and his family were doing. He only met Dessa once, he knew there were a few other children that he had but he hadn’t had the chance to meet any of his other, he guessed nephews, in that time. It was strange to think of the relations his mother made but perhaps that was simply part of the age difference she and his father shared making such ties odd for their family. They were still family though that was undeniable. Maybe he should see them sometime in their home, but perhaps now that their mother was gone they wouldn’t like a visit. Well he would see how his sister and brother would feel maybe they could trip back together sometime, some day.